A neighborhood bar after closing: chairs upturned on the tables, a whiskey glass and a folded bar towel on the empty bar under warm pendant lights.

That One Time
at the Bar

Stories from the other side of the bar.

Every bartender has a “that one time” story. Most of them only come out after last call, with the lights up and the chairs on the tables. These are those stories, with the names changed.

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Got a “That One Time”?

Worked a bar, or sat at one long enough to see something you can’t unsee? Send it in. The best ones get told here, and maybe out loud on the podcast.

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We change names and places. Always.

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