“Invisible, you treat me like I’m invisible”
I’ve no wish to start a “me too” post where you tell me your horror stories about being ignored at the bar (oh, go on then), but my mood didn’t improve at Totnes Pub No. 2 when I realised that Old Fat Bald Blokes are actually not noticeable to young bar staff in hipster towns, even when there’s no other customers.
The Bay Horse looks traditional, the sort of off-centre local you find in the back streets of Lewes or Hastings.
But the bare feel, arty paintings and jangly indie say “Proper Pub abandoned to wealthy hipsters”
I stood at the bar for five minutes while the other customer’s complex cocktail order was made up, and counted out the £2.10 for a half of local homebrew.
A group of beardies in cargo shorts came in, loudly, and started giggling like prats.
The barman turned to them and said “What you having?”
I shot the look that says “wtf?” which the landlord correctly interpreted as “I was here first and you know it”.
“Sorry mate, were you waiting?
No, I was just standing at the bar conspicuously NOT banking my change on the bar mate.
If it happened once a year I’d put it down to bad luck, but it happens every month, even when pubs are as quiet as this.
Just acknowledge my presence and I’m happy.
For the record, the New Lion Stout was lovely.