The “Boo” in the title of this blog, I dare say, has nothing to do with that sound you hear at sporting events when your team goes down the drain, or the “Boo” you hear from an audience when the villain arrives. It’s also not the “Boo” inevitably followed by “Hoo” when a child scrapes his knee and gets a “Boo Boo”. No, the “Boo” that inspired this blog, dear reader (risking my already shaky reputation) is the “Boo” that one associates with ghosts. That’s right… those guys and gals who just can’t say good-bye.
See, it has long been held by both staff and clientele that the building where your friendly bartender works… that place where he pours the spirits that lift yours… is also filled with spirits from “the other side”. Real live ghosts. They’ve been seen, they’ve been heard, and on more than a few occasions they’ve been detected by the mysterious sense of smell.
Now the five-story brownstone that houses these shenanigans… once a private residence before a bar… dates all the way back to the mid 1800’s so it’s obviously seen it’s share of comings and goings. That said, (and which you already eerily surmise), the incidents you’re about to read are all about those “goings” that just won’t go.
A little over a month ago in the middle of the afternoon, during that lull between lunch and cocktail hour, the desk bell the chef rings, (to signal an order is ready), began to ring with a non-stop sense of urgency. This in itself was odd because it’s usually one “ding” for the bar and two “dings” for the tables, never more and never, ever non-stop. But there wasn’t an order to be gotten and the chef wasn’t signaling “Fire!”, for the chef was standing in the bar talking to the bartender. There was absolutely no one else in the kitchen.
Children of a Lesser Bod!
Two little girls wearing 19th century frocks have often been seen frolicking in the third floor hallway… doing what little girls do and always did. A history once conducted on the building’s past inhabitants revealed that two little girls indeed had resided at this residence, and had died on that very third floor of (forgive me) double pneumonia.
My Friend “Flicker”!
Just days after the death of one of our legendary bartenders, (not to be confused with the legendary bartender alive and well, now blogging), as a group of his loyal customers were sitting at the bar singing his worthy praises (for he truly was a legend and worthy of praise) the lights above the bar began to flicker. A lot! And according to the owner… in all her 27 years of running this bar she had never seen those lights flicker before.
The Sweet Smell of Success-ion!
Speaking of the lady just mentioned… the wonderful lady who actually let’s me handle her money and booze… often while sitting in her office, going over paperwork, she is visited by the welcome aroma of her father’s cigar. Her late father’s cigar, the father who once owned this bar and left her this business.
The Mirror Idea of You!
Just two months ago, as one of our new waitresses was fixing her hair in the Ladies room mirror, an elderly woman in an old fashioned garb walked up behind her and smiled over her shoulder which the waitress could see clearly in the mirror. But when the waitress turned around to offer a proper hello, and probably ask, “Where the hell’s the costume party?” (poof!) the elderly woman was gone!
Where Were You When the Lights Went On?
The week before Christmas, as one of our reliable waiters was leaving the storage closet on the third floor, he heard with distinct clarity as he locked the door behind him, “Good-byyyyyye”, from the other side of the door. There was no one else on the floor at the time and no one for sure in the closet when the lights were on.
And there you have it, dear reader, a few of the many brief tales from “the other side”.
Question: Has your friendly bartender personally ever been witness to paranormal activity behind the stick?
Answer: Outside of one of his customers who begins to speak in tongues after two martinis… absolutely not. But he believes without question the above to be true.
And the good news is this… should you ever have the good fortune to enter our sacred portals, (take heed Isis and Pharmboy), all these experiences I’ve mentioned have been positive in nature, never of the poltergeist kind, and proclaimed by mediums who have been there that… just like the vibe in the bar (fun, warmth and good cheer) our spirits are all about fun, warmth and good cheer.