The Kentucky Hot Dog and Can We Screw on Your Roof?

Stuff happens in bar business: funny stuff, sad stuff, crazy stuff, stuff you won't tell your mom, and stuff you can't wait to tell everybody.

Friday night was no exception at one of our locations. It was game seven of the Stanley Cup finals. We have a few staff members that are from Michigan and so had established a nice little Red Wings following during the playoffs. We were hoping for a decent turnout for the game on top of happy hour, and were pretty happy with the crowd that had gathered to watch the game. The night progressed like most other Friday's post happy hours until...

Six seconds to go in the game and the Wings were down one goal. Hockey fans are familiar with the frenzied intensity that occurs when one team is down at the end of a game, the goalie gets pulled and bodies and shots are flying around in the other team's zone. People were on their feet, drink in hand, yelling and hoping against the improbable that Detroit could somehow score a miraculous tying goal. At this moment of heightened anxiety, intensity and drama some of the power went out. Not all of the power mind you, just the TVs on the main floor, some lights and other stuff. The second floor was unaffected.

Hmmm - very odd.

Our GM is a pretty thorough guy, and he was all over it. Knowing that there are a pair of main power breakers on the back of the building, he went back their to check. Sure enough, one was out of contact - problem solved.

But, the question remained - what caused it? He cruised up to our third floor and looked down upon the back portion of the building which is only a single story.

There they were. A couple of gothed out street kids doin' it on our roof. The romantic glow of flourescent street lights and the shade of our grease hood proved too much to stop the yearning of hoodrat roof sex.

Clothes were quickly gathered and the perpetrators were paraded out the front door to a chorus of "boos" by Red Wing fans that were not only pissed that their team had lost Lord Stanley's Cup, but also that they hadn't been able to watch the final seconds of agony.

Only in the bar business.

And with that - I'll give you the first of many disgusting shots to come.

The Kentucky Hot Dog

One shot well bourbon or whiskey (We serve Evan Williams in one store and Wall Street in the other)

Good ole fashioned yellow mustard.

Stir the mustard in and try not to spew on your parents new carpet.