Bartenders flock to attend “open bars”
There’s a new culture in London amongst the bartending community. It’s called the “open bar”.
After a long day’s work, these eternal night-owls flock to what turn out to be very special gatherings. They’re not pop-ups and nor are they after-hours speakeasies. These truly are gritty and raw gatherings that happen on the streets and are of no fixed abode.
An open bar can happen anywhere and is basically a gathering of the staff and friends of venues late at night. They are fuelled by booze bought at nearby 24/7 corner shops and are all about people chatting, singing, dancing and generally being merry. Those partaking in them don’t cause a nuisance and amongst the rules of the open bar is that those joining them take the bottles and cans that they drink away when they go home.
Even the rain doesn’t stop an open bar happening, so watch out: An open bar might be headed for a neighbourhood near you very soon.
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So – it’s basically a gathering of bartenders on the streets having drinks after hours. I am glad to hear they don’t cause a nuisance so where do they hold them? I’d like to attend one as it sounds fun. Much better than paying bars huge amounts of money for a bevy.
I love the idea. It’s like Reclaim The Streets but with a purpose!!!!!
The open bar is the place to relax and kill your problems.
It is that! It’s proving very popular as an article. Already 52,000 hits on it.
Indeed
When you attend do you make a donation to the Find Madeleine campaign? Instead of drinking on the streets, you should be supporting dear Gerry and Kate McCann in their search for their beloved Madeleine. Do the decent thing.
Awe used to do that, at about this time of year. We’d gather in a corner where one of us had a girlfriend living nearby and just hung out talking, singing and generaly merrymaking. It lasted until just before dawn, then we cleared any mess and went home. There were a few of the girls who felt put out by our ‘neibourghly’ escapades. They’ll find out who was sleeping it off and went to their houses and started serenading us out of bed. So we got up and started dancing or went to the beach to make a huge fire and cuddle around it. Ah! Those were the days, my friends, we tought will never end. Enjoy!
oi oi, yu lot, what’s going on here then?!
Just a spiffing time, officer!
What a brilliant idea, I am always game for a good piss-up providing David Beckham’s sissy drink is not on offer. Due to the extreme cold, I might require a welder. Bring on the cheap but potent fire water, I promise to smoke anything on offer.
I ve attended one myself last night. I hear there is a very popular one near to my house.
When you attend do you make a donation to the Find Madeleine campaign? Instead of drinking on the streets, you should be supporting dear Gerry and Kate McCann in their search for their beloved Madeleine. Do the decent thing.
Been going on secretly for some time at a street corner near you!