The First Time Getting Served. Wayside, Al Mantini's, New Haven Pizza.
I kind of feel bad for the 16 year olds trying to get beer these days. Other than stealing and getting your older sibling to get you beer, it's probably pretty tough.
Back in the day it was a lot easier. Two of the top places were Al Mantini's (corner of 100 and Boot Road) and New Haven Pizza in West Chester.
At New Haven Pizza, we'd pull up and have my friend Rich go in. He had fake ID.
He'd say, "I'll take two sixes of Gennesee Cream Ale, one Miller ponies, One Miller regular, two sixes of moose head, three sixes of Bud and one six of Mickey's?"
They'd say, "Pull around back". And we'd all drive our cars to the back where they'd load it in.
The first place I got served was at the Wayside Tavern on 322 in Downingtown. I went when I was 16. I wore this Irish suede cap because I thought it would make me look older. In a really confident deep voice I said, "How ya doin' Buddy. Let's see here. (a little drum tap on the bar)..How about two sixes of Moosehead? Yeah that should do it." I'd point to the six packs gun style with a shooting motion on "do it".
I started going in regularly and got more and more cocky, .."Yeah. I just moved into the Norwood House apartments. Not a bad place...some of the neighbors are a-holes. Like I'm worked the nightshift so I try to sleep during the day? Forget it." I think I might have even said that "Me and the Misses moved there"..but that might have been an after the fact story embellisment.
He was totally on to me but I think he was so embarrassed that he fell for it that he let me go in one more time. He asked, "Do you have any ID"
"Let me see here....I can't believe it. I think I left it in my office."
"Get the hell out of here!"
And that.. was the end of that.
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By "Misses" did you mean multiple chicks? Maybe you looked too young to be a polygamist?
Wendy - uhhhh....yeah. That's what I meant.
Back in the day when the drinking age was only 18, it helped if you were tall or hairy. Thank god I was tall!
Yeah. The dudes with beards had it made.
I had gone to the same bar, John & Peter's Place in New Hope Pa., since I was 17. I even worked for them, collecting money at the door, or serving tables. Two months before I turned 21, I was busted by a co-worker who was jealous of me. Damn. That was a long dry two months.
i think a beard is necessary for this.
i'm going to get carded until i'm like 83. i look like i'm 12 now, so i'm screwed for awhile. i'm more likely to get carded than my 16 year old sister, and i'm 22.
haha, i love getting fake ID's at work. I love getting them so much that i have a 'wall of shame' and post ALL the fake Id's on the wall. its great fun.
I read the title real quick and I thought it said, apple martini. My immediate response, of course, was, "Fag."
My sister and I are almost identical, except she's 8 years older, so I just stole her license and used it as my fake ID for years!
I was into other things as a teenager, that have pretty much the same difficulty of procurement no matter how old. But somebody's parents always would buy alcohol if we would drink it and stay at their house to be 'safe'.
An Apple Martini - come on.
Oh man, I had the beard at 16 in New Jersey. I loved that fucking beard. I would get served at this dive bar called The Top Shelf. I would get two six packs of Michelob out of the fridge and pay for them, no problem, week after week. Then one night, I pulled a completely jackassed amateur move of throwing the Michelob on the counter and then asking the bartender for a pint of BLACKBERRY BRANDY. Might as well have tattooed 'underaged' on my forehead with that request. The bartender practically chased me out of the bar.
I always just wore an army jacket and acted like I was back from Nam. Helped to have the beard tho...
I just went to my 16 year old cousin's friday night parties. I didn't realize what 151 was til years later.
We had a couple of bars growing up that were famous/infamous for not giving a shit who was buying their beer.
One place in particular was frequented by clammers and fishermen who worked the Great South Bay. Hip waders, sand and a general aura of fish were always present.
We slipped in to the corner where it was dark and ordered things like vodka collins' because we thought that sounded "adult". They never gave us a problem and we never gave them a problem.
Ah...the early/mid 80's were a much simpler time.
A bar we went to in college put a big black X on your hand if you couldn't drink. There were about 15 girls in the bathroom washing the X off.
The Penalty Box, across from North Station and The Garden, Boston Mass. At some point I'll make a pilgrimage back there to see if it's anything like I remember, as if I could remember anything from those alcohol infused weekends in 1985/86...
I got served when I was just turned 15. I never got asked for ID until I was 21. Then again at 36 and finally last year at 49. But that was just so they could swipe for the stats at a concert.
When I was 17 I was going out with a guy who was 26. He didn't know and I never saw him again when he found out. I'd even met his folks. Wonder what he told them.
I was carded until i was 32, so no WAY could I ever buy beer or anything underage. My friends could, though. Thankfully. :)
However, we used to go to The Blue Wisp, this awesome jazz club hole - in - the - wall. I was 15! The only drink I knew how to order was a Tom Collins, and they served them to me. We went every Thursday night, and frequently saw my photography teacher there. He never ratted us out. I still talk to him now and then. :)
(And now the Blue Wisp is still around, but they moved it downtown and made it all swanky and charge you for water. Sucks. It was so much cooler when it was in a dingy hole.)
Jeannie - where have you been?
All my brothers friends would buy for me so I never needed a fake ID. Of course some say I now need an AA meeting.
Tall, hairy and big boobs would get you served. Preferably not all on the same person.
PHD - that explains the ease with which I was served - 5 foot 11, beard, and bitch tits from too many twinkies.
Thanks for clearing that up.
Heh... we used to buy at "Romies". Romie hollaring at you as you walked in...
"You gonna be needing a head gasket tonite?"
New haven is my favorite pizza I've tried in WC so far. I still have to sample Saucey, and Thomasena's.
I have the distinct pleasure of living only a few hours from Montreal.
18 year old drinking age.
Hottest strippers on the planet.
Well worth the commute.
Even at age 40.
The Wayside, wasn't that a biker bar? One day I drove past that place and there was a car hanging halfway in and halfway out the front window. Was that you?
man, i remember those days too, when every time i walked into someplace to buy alcholol my heart was in my damn throat praying that my fake id wouldnt get me busted....
Lost In Space - after the incident I never returned.
Ahhh...what memories. Who knows, we could have been at New Haven Pizza at the exact same time. Who would get that 30 years later we'd be blogging buddies?
Life is strange I tell ya.
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