Yesterday I posted how the Flying Saucer won an award for being one of the 100 best bars/nightclubs in America, as recognized by its peers in a trade publication. And I wrote how they totally deserved that award. And, not surprisingly, I attributed much of their success to the girls who work there, the waitresses and bartenders.
But, thanks to a friend, I realized that I left someone out. When I come there between there between 7 pm and close, Monday through Thursday, there’s a big guy at the door named Will checking IDs. And as soon as he sees me, he gives me a generous handshake and says, “Welcome home, baby!” and waves me on through.
And I guess I never really thought about it until tonight, but half the time I come there, he’s the first face I see at the Saucer. And he does indeed make the place feel more like “home.” And that’s important. There are probably 10 other bars I could walk to as quick as or more quickly than I can walk to the Saucer. But Will makes me, and lots of other downtown locals, feel like we belong there.
So I just want to give him a shout-out. It’s easy to give the waitresses the credit but he deserves it too. I just don’t ever want to see him in a miniskirt. Not even on Halloween.