Weekday happy hours in this town really aren't that happy. The deals are phenomenal, just sacrifice ONE pack of cigarettes, for your health, and you could have a shot and a beer from Castle Roxx any day of the week.
Happy Hours, a lot of the hours, are actually sad.
So sad, in fact, that an unconfirmed group of restaurants will replace Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday happy hours with Sad Hours.
"Basically, our staff comes in at 3 for the night shift. From 3 to 5, nobody comes in. From 5 to 7, a few people trickle in for the deals. We all love it here. Really, we all love it here, but those hours are very lonely for us."
Another shop owner, "Yesterday I came in and the chalk board outside that should read 'HAPPY HOURS YEA COME ON IN!' read 'The hour has cometh, and the hour has goneth - empty my wallet be.' It really turned customers off, but it was a real wake up call for management."
When I arrived to get some details from one owner yesterday she was donning an all black gown reading poetry somberly on the bartop as the servers gathered around with forks, knives and spoons giving her a tune on glassware, pots and unused Happy Hour cards.
"Why smile at the hour,
The hour of the fifth,
Why smile at the hour when the people choose Netflix.
Why smile at the hour,
The hour of the sixth,
Why smile at this hour,
Why smile, why exist?"
Sad Hour coming soon.
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