It seems like the few times I've stopped in there wearing jeans and my normal clothes on the off nights, I've been treated humanely. I even went in to drop off my resume at one point because I was looking for a part-time bar-tending job. However, when I'm out dancing with my friends and happen to be wearing not-so-hipsterish clothes, but rather a skirt, make-up, and nice shoes, I get treated like dirt.
The first time I said I'd never go back was when my I.D. was not accepted. It was about 10 p.m. on a Friday night, not too busy yet. My friend had just turned 21, and she still had a vertical license. She was let in before me, but then mine was "studied" by the door guy and three bartenders. They told me it was "too thin," and I couldn't come into the bar. I showed them my old Nebraska state license that I had kept in my wallet. He did not accept it, because there was a hole punched through it. (Of course there was a hole punched through it because I don't live in Nebraska anymore). He simply said "Sorry, you aren't getting in tonight." I laughed at first because of how ridiculous the situation was. The girls standing behind me had their I.D.s out ready to go, so I asked them if I could look at theirs. The thinness of all the I.D.s were exactly the same, and I showed it to the door guy. I said "if you let them in, and not me, then this is wrong." Of course, to prove a point, he let them right in. Then, this girl who works there obnoxiously pops out from behind and said "Sorry, we can't help it that you stole your big sister's license." (This made no sense, because they were using the argument that my I.D. was fake, not an issue of it being someone else's). I was outraged. After only having one beer beforehand, I was perfectly able to see the unfairness. My I.D. was legal, and I even had a second one to show him, and still nothing. The dude was on a power trip that I had to end. I walked back to my apartment, got my passport and a legal copy of my birth certificate, and showed him. Before even looking inside to see that I was in fact 23 years old, he began apologizing profusely. I told him I wasn't giving them my business, I just wanted to prove I was of age. He said "I'll remember this."
A month passes, and I was out with friends having a great time at the Underground. It was a little after 1 a.m. and I was waiting outside for my friends. I was cold so I thought I'd give Cap's another chance. I told my friends to meet me there and I went in for a beer to end the night. The guy at the door remembered me. I got a beer and found a seat near the door. My friend came over and told me her coat was stolen. She was standing outside the door, so I went over to talk to her. I guess the door guy thought I was going to leave with the beer in my hand, and pulls me back. They immediately take my beer away and shove me out the door. I asked why I was being kicked out, and they just ignored me. I was pissed! I was starting to walk home, then I turned back. There was no reason for them to treat me like that. I had paid for that beer, and I hadn't done anything wrong. They had just closed the doors, so I knocked on the window and asked to speak to a manager. The same girl who accused me of stealing my big sister's license comes out and deliberately gets in my face. I thought to myself, "This is the manager of Cap's?" She starts talking down to me, calling me "blondie" and "honey." I said "All I'm asking is to know why I was kicked out and my drink was ripped out of my hand." She said I only tipped the bartender 75 cents. The beer was something like $3.25, and I left $4, big whoop. I'm a bar-tender too, and that's a completely acceptable tip. It's not a great one, but it's not like he made me a complicated martini, he just poured me a beer. She then proceeds to call me a "drunk fucking cunt" who "grabbed at the door guy's coat." Maybe I grabbed at his coat to keep from losing my balance while I was being shoved out the door. I have NEVER been someone to get violent and cause problems when I've been drinking. I told her "I know what it's like dealing with drunk people, I'm in the business too." She says "Oh really? Where?" When I told her where I work, she cuts me off saying "I don't give a fuck where you work." The name-calling didn't end there. This joke of a manager also called me a "stupid bitch" in the midst of her yelling at me. I couldn't get a word in. Every time I tried to defend myself, she cut me off saying "Nope, you're done bitch. You're done." I had to walk away because tears were welling up in my eyes and I couldn't do anything more. I can't believe how nasty and unprofessional this girl was. Several of my friends saw what happened, and they can all attest that I did nothing wrong. I deserve to be treated like every other scenester hipster who goes there. Yes, I was drunk, sue me. But unfortunately for her, I remember everything she said. read more