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Todd hired good people at his bar and almost no one that worked
for him ever left. Todd was loyal and knew how to show appreciation to his friends and we all loved him for it. At present day, there
are five female bartenders who are all hard-working, good-looking,
no-nonsense girls who can hold their own against a bar-room full
of drunks any given Saturday night. There’s the sisters, Halley
and Savannah...the redheaded Lauren, and last but not least, Emily
and Whitney. They’ve all worked there as long as I can remember
and are like kid sisters to me. They don’t act like they are too hot
to serve a decent drink in a timely fashion. They can all take a
joke from the best of them, but not a one of them takes shit from
anybody. The other bartender and day-to-day manager of the bar
is the only male Todd hired, Mickey Gross. Mickey is the biggest
Boston Red Sox nerd I have ever come across in my life and that
includes people that are actually from the city of Boston, MA.
Mickey is from Saginaw, Texas and yet every stitch of clothing he
wears promotes the Red Sox in some form or fashion. It is inexplicable to me. However, Mickey couldn’t give two shits what anyone
else thinks about him and that’s what I like about him the most.
Come to think of it...it might be the only thing I like about Mickey.
He’s definitely my least favorite bartender at The Basement. Jk
Mick....sort of.
Well, this last paragraph concludes my first and probably only
review of a venue in a magazine. I hope you enjoyed it. The Basement Bar is my favorite bar in the metroplex, bar none. If you are
looking for a good time around good people who know how to
party without being a complete asshole, then the Basement Bar is
for you. I didn’t include this in the article so far...but it is the God’s
honest truth...I have spent at least 500 weekends worth of time in
the Basement Bar and I have yet to see a fight. For real, though. See
if that’s the case at any other bar in the Fort Worth Stockyards. I
bet it’s not. Oh yeah...I almost forgot. The coolest music acts in
the metroplex play there regularly (including me), and I will guarantee you that you won’t hear any versions of “Copperhead Road”,
or “Wagon Wheel”. Thank God.
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