“Boo” Who?

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.

You Rang???

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.


14 Responses to ““Boo” Who?”

  1. 1 Isis the Scientist January 4, 2009 at 9:12 pm

    Scribly-poo, I have spent the entire day trying to come up with something clever and full of innuendo to write here, but I just got nothing for you. Ghosts at the stick are just too creepy.

  2. 2 scribbler50 January 4, 2009 at 9:24 pm

    Isis, you don’t have to be clever and full of innuendo to leave a comment, save that for your blog where you ooze it. Just saying you read me is good enough. Meanwhile, our ghosts aren’t creepy they’re friendly!


  3. 3 RSCWarren January 5, 2009 at 3:54 pm

    Scribly-Poo, you seem to have quite a following of Blogis-Groupies of this fun and entertaining blogly-poo,…congrats!
    As one of many bar sitters at this fine establishment, I’d like to add my two cents about the spirits,..and then about the wistful ones who walk the hallways.
    First, as one who knows Scribbler personally, you won’t find a funny and more charming “stick-man” who always has the ability to make one laugh,…and he pours a mean draft.
    As for the true spirits of this fine bar, I’ve never seen them myself, but have heard the stories upon every visit,…it’s one of the best things about my frequent trips to NYC.

    Keep pouring and writing Scribbler,…Your stories want us wanting more!

  4. 4 Anonymoustache January 6, 2009 at 6:03 am

    OK. I read the post, then went back and re-read it in that creepy Unsolved Mysteries/A&E guy’s voice for good measure.
    All I gotta say is that people who often experience the spaced-time continuum often see rips in the time-space continuum. Therefore (since CPP hasn’t already done the honors) please let me say, “Seriously, dude, put down the crackpipe!!”

  5. 5 darles-a-plenty January 6, 2009 at 3:37 pm


  6. 6 Jim January 6, 2009 at 4:02 pm

    I’ll just say that there’s a lot of unexplained (and unexplainable) shit what happens on this little round orb we call home.

    Oh, and Happy New Year.

  7. 7 Abel Pharmboy January 6, 2009 at 5:24 pm

    No worries, Bartender. Last time I was in NYC and had 10 beers at McSorley’s plus their corned beef and cabbage plate, there were evil spirits emerging from my colon.

    I’ve heard similar stories about the mining era bars in Denver and in my old haunts (pun intended) in the mountains. Just as long as they don’t nick my drink!

  8. 9 Comrade PhysioProf January 7, 2009 at 9:02 am

    Last time I was in NYC and had 10 beers at McSorley’s

    Dude, you only had one round? What the fuck’s up with that?

  9. 10 scribbler50 January 7, 2009 at 10:44 am

    You said there are “rips in the space-time continuum”. No shit! I just saw a big one in your comment. You “ripped” me, Bro. But doubt as you may, (and we all know skepticism is a healthy approach to all things para-normal), all that crazy shit actually happened!

    By the way, the voice in the closet, the one that said “Good-byyyye” to the waiter, sounded eerily like the late great Robert Stack… that creepy Unsolved Mysteries / A&E guy. Now let me get to my pipe, it’s losing flame!

  10. 11 bikemonkey January 7, 2009 at 4:10 pm

    AM, you back? Where’s the love for my motherfucking OT Chargers!!!!!!

  11. 12 Anonymoustache January 8, 2009 at 5:40 am

    I wuz pulling your leg dude. I know that strange shit happens. But you just can’t pass up the chance to josh when someone who works with intoxicants all the time starts relating tales so (beetle)juicy!
    I aint back for another few days. I’m just trying to keep somewhat in touch via the slowest internet connection in the whole gdamn world. Y’know, for a tech savvy country such as the one I’m in, it is not as easy as one may imagine to find a decent high speed connection on a pay-per-use basis. I tried to figure out a way to super your addiction-duality post and damn-near brought the entire cafe to a halt—dont know why. Had fun trying it though—sorry I couldn’t actually get it done.
    Anyway, congrats on your muthafucking Chargers. If you remember, I’d said earlier that I thought they’d be the anti-Schottenheimers—-they’d suck during the reg season but all that talent would inevitably show up when demise was imminent. At the time I wasn’t sure they’d make the playoffs. With 6 games to go I think I’d explored the possib of SD wining the west at 7-9 or more likely Denver winning it at 8-8; you gotta admit that was a pretty good call. But SD did make the playoffs and then more, by doing exactly what I surmised—went on a tear when anything else meant the end of the season. Good talent doesn’t like to die easy (unless it is wearing a Dallas Cowpie uniform I guess—sorry JP). I just glad they beat the fucking broncos and that ‘genius’ shanahan. But before you celebrate too much, remember that ths probably means you are stuck with Norv Turner for ever now. So, sorry about that.
    Anyway, now that they’ve had a good run they are welcome to take a good long vacation starting this week against my beloved men of steel.

  12. 13 Jennifer August 31, 2009 at 7:55 am

    Scribly-poo?? 🙂

    I’ll be awaiting the Ghost Hunters episode!

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