Thursday, November 8, 2007

The Pizza Hangover

[Nightlife Gone Wrong] I've got the most appalling hangover this morning. This I blame not on my own stupidity for imbibing ridiculous amounts of sudsy liquor last night with a good friend but rather on the bizarre establishment that is Monk's under the Walker Center on 2nd South between Main and State.

Bizarre because for a start although it says it opens at 6 p.m. if you turn up at an hour later you might be lucky enough that someone's opened the door. The real problem though is if you want to eat. Ask at 7 p.m. for food--and their menu stretches to pizza--and the young lady behind the bar in between drags on her butt says you can eat at 9 p.m., when the short order guy gets in.

So you place your order at 9 p.m., having lost several times at pool and consumed several pitchers of Heineken. The pizza however doesn't arrive until 10:30 p.m. By which time you're hammered enough to have given up all thoughts of complaining and just gratefully sink into the gooey pepperoni pizza as if it were your last meal before the dawn firing squad.

Moral of the tale: Eat first before you drink at Monk's, I guess, or don't drink at all. (Stephen Dark)


  1. And some places wonder why they don't get any customers...Hmmm, could this be ONE reason?

  2. Never been to Monk's, though I used to go to D.B. Cooper's back in the day...I've heard other scary stories about Monk's. I think I'll stay above ground instead.


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