We stumbled upon an entertaining blog by the name of "Blog Stamford". These guys tackel everything from bar to art to your mother. Needless to say, we were hooked. The article that captured our attention (and our hearts) is as follows:
This article sparked and idea, which sparked a trip, which sparked a story, which sparked this website. Read BLOG STAMFORD's article then read our story below.
Chase said...
So, having read this blog on the FOE club, my friends and I decided that last night was the night to check this place out. One of our roommates is leaving us for a better life with his girlfriend and we figured it would be our last night that we would see him - why not check out this creepy, haunted house like structure in the middle of downtown Stamford
Well, I'll tell you why... Not only did we have to ring a bell to enter the bar and sign in to be served, we were also given a "tour" of the joint. (Side note: the 2nd floor is condemned, more on that later).
After receiving said "tour" we were immediately hit up for a beer by our guide. Sure, why not give this man blowing smoke in our faces $3 - he seems nice enough.
After 10 minutes of ranting on the economy and other problems with America, our guide offered to show us the condemned section of the place upstairs... um, no thanks. As this was not an option, he then decided to show us the "pieces of flair" that he had added to the building - an old cow skull and a barometer. Creepy and useful, all at the same time.
After 20 minutes of this and 1 game of darts that ended all too abruptly - we decided it was time to leave and leave fast. We then rescued our friend entertaining the crazy hippie's rant with a scared look on his face and went on our way.
Never. Again.
If you ever drive by this place and wonder as we did "hmm, I wonder what that place is like?", do yourself a favor and keep driving. If this will not suffice, a mere glance inside the building should give you the general idea of creepiness of this joint.
Also, now that we've been to ALL of Manford's bars, it is now official that this city is completely devoid of attractive, down to earth girls with any sort of personality.
Bitter? Yes. Getting laid? No.
NYC here I come.
August 1, 2008 9:43 AM
So, having read this blog on the FOE club, my friends and I decided that last night was the night to check this place out. One of our roommates is leaving us for a better life with his girlfriend and we figured it would be our last night that we would see him - why not check out this creepy, haunted house like structure in the middle of downtown Stamford
Well, I'll tell you why... Not only did we have to ring a bell to enter the bar and sign in to be served, we were also given a "tour" of the joint. (Side note: the 2nd floor is condemned, more on that later).
After receiving said "tour" we were immediately hit up for a beer by our guide. Sure, why not give this man blowing smoke in our faces $3 - he seems nice enough.
After 10 minutes of ranting on the economy and other problems with America, our guide offered to show us the condemned section of the place upstairs... um, no thanks. As this was not an option, he then decided to show us the "pieces of flair" that he had added to the building - an old cow skull and a barometer. Creepy and useful, all at the same time.
After 20 minutes of this and 1 game of darts that ended all too abruptly - we decided it was time to leave and leave fast. We then rescued our friend entertaining the crazy hippie's rant with a scared look on his face and went on our way.
Never. Again.
If you ever drive by this place and wonder as we did "hmm, I wonder what that place is like?", do yourself a favor and keep driving. If this will not suffice, a mere glance inside the building should give you the general idea of creepiness of this joint.
Also, now that we've been to ALL of Manford's bars, it is now official that this city is completely devoid of attractive, down to earth girls with any sort of personality.
Bitter? Yes. Getting laid? No.
NYC here I come.
August 1, 2008 9:43 AM
Hacky said...
Id like to elaborate on the ending of the dart game if i may:
With a 7and7 in one hand, 2 darts in the other, a shady hippie to my back, and petrified friends to his front I decided to make a bold move and press the "Double Bull's Eye" button with all of my mite as fast as i could. As if this button held a key to the outside...as if this button acted as a silent but effective fire alarm...as if the button would somehow beckon the hand of God himself to lift us gently out of Beelzebub's Grasp.
I may have forfeited the game (and an hour of my life), but i got to see the morning after.
August 1, 2008 10:18 AM
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