F Street Station: The skinny
#192
Gets Weekends Off
Joined APC: Aug 2008
Posts: 167
I recommend as many as possible post a review at:
Anchorage Bar and Night Club Recommendations and Reviews on Citysearch
Not sure how widely known the site is, but it is at least something we can do that might reach non-pilots.
Anchorage Bar and Night Club Recommendations and Reviews on Citysearch
Not sure how widely known the site is, but it is at least something we can do that might reach non-pilots.
I AM going to REALLY miss the Calamari . .best I have ever had anywhere! Maybe they will FedEx some to me . . won't have to duck the punch or slap . . and no tip
#194
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Joined APC: Aug 2006
Position: leaning to the left
Posts: 4,184
Just left a scathing review: F Street Station User Reviews - Anchorage, AK 99501-2217 - Citysearch
I AM going to REALLY miss the Calamari . .best I have ever had anywhere! Maybe they will FedEx some to me . . won't have to duck the punch or slap . . and no tip
I AM going to REALLY miss the Calamari . .best I have ever had anywhere! Maybe they will FedEx some to me . . won't have to duck the punch or slap . . and no tip
Smooth move...If I were someone reading those reiviews I might have had cause to avoid the place. Until I read yours. This sentence, "If you do decide to take the risk, you will be seeing a LOT fewer pilots (airline & local Air Force types) in there, as we have an organized “Avoid It” campaign underway." negates most everything else said.
I think people will see it, and now the other recent posts, as no more than another disgruntled airline pilot gripe. And, we know how much the general public cares about what pilots think.
In other words...10 individual bad reviews are much more effective than 10 "organized 'Avoid it' campaign" reviews.
Last edited by Busboy; 09-26-2008 at 12:55 PM.
#195
Also leave feedback on Yelp, they have reviews on F-U Street that are mostly good up until now-
F Street Station - Anchorage, AK 99501
F Street Station - Anchorage, AK 99501
#196
1. The scenario described was a simple assault. The bad guy should be prosecuted. Slice and friends should be doing everything possible to make that happen. Call the ANC cops, the DA, Mayor's office etc.
2. Bars are bars but there is a reasonable expectation of safety, even in F Street. The bar staff and owners are not guilty of the violence, but they sure as heck should have called 911. I bet their inaction and sabatoge constitutes negligence. Doesn't Alaska have strong laws about having to be a good samaritan if you see a stranded motorist and the like? Slice, if you and your bud don't want their money fine--sue them anyway and donate it to the IPA foundation!
3. Danny was right. Stuff like this happens in dumps like his. My wife always says nothing good happens after midnight. Why were Slice and friends out in a bar that late? I understand circadian rhythms and the need to unwind but come on. They all have 6 figure jobs and million dollar careers. Why risk that to drink in an environment that obviously has some thugs?
2. Bars are bars but there is a reasonable expectation of safety, even in F Street. The bar staff and owners are not guilty of the violence, but they sure as heck should have called 911. I bet their inaction and sabatoge constitutes negligence. Doesn't Alaska have strong laws about having to be a good samaritan if you see a stranded motorist and the like? Slice, if you and your bud don't want their money fine--sue them anyway and donate it to the IPA foundation!
3. Danny was right. Stuff like this happens in dumps like his. My wife always says nothing good happens after midnight. Why were Slice and friends out in a bar that late? I understand circadian rhythms and the need to unwind but come on. They all have 6 figure jobs and million dollar careers. Why risk that to drink in an environment that obviously has some thugs?
But you either didn't catch it or you're ingoring one thing. One of the F St. employees SLAPPED Slice. Not once but twice. That's the clincher for me. The fact that the owner would allow one of his employees to do something like that and not do anything about it says everything that I need to hear.
#197
Two fight stories...
First--from my late dad. He had a big, strong tough buddy in high school with a rep for loving fights and being the kind of guy who could get lesser mortals out of harm's way if bad stuff broke out. He loved a good bar fight. He also got rough with women, and his significant other shot and killed him with a .25 one night after he hit her. You know those dinky little automatics not much bigger than a starter pistol? Killed a 250 plus pound dude dead in his early 20s.
College--1983. Fellow dorm floor resident is getting beligerent drunk in resturaunt. We--his bros--try to pull him out of establishment and get him home before he causes any real trouble. He turns his testosterone and alcohol frenzy on us and challenges us to "do something about it..." About sick of his act, and out of ideas, I belted him hard in the face below the eye and layed him back. It gets no worse--he sort of straightens up....and we are able to walk him (stumble him?) home and pour him into his rack.
The next day, he comes down to apologize to me and thank us (really) for dragging him out of there. He has a black eye and bruised cheek. He's fine. He's off to class. He can't shake my hand, however, as somehow I have jammed some knuckles and my right hand is swollen and in unbearable pain. (I didn't say I was completely sober either...) I literally cannot write for several days and my hand hurts for weeks. A week later the other DA is chatting up folks like nothing happened at parties, and I'm learning to write and try to dress and undress with my left hand.
That is where I began my "I'm a lover, not a fighter era." Its worked pretty well the last 25 years, and I see no reason to change now. Short of the stuff we train to do to prevent another 9/11, I'll find another way to work out my frustrations and adrenaline.
First--from my late dad. He had a big, strong tough buddy in high school with a rep for loving fights and being the kind of guy who could get lesser mortals out of harm's way if bad stuff broke out. He loved a good bar fight. He also got rough with women, and his significant other shot and killed him with a .25 one night after he hit her. You know those dinky little automatics not much bigger than a starter pistol? Killed a 250 plus pound dude dead in his early 20s.
College--1983. Fellow dorm floor resident is getting beligerent drunk in resturaunt. We--his bros--try to pull him out of establishment and get him home before he causes any real trouble. He turns his testosterone and alcohol frenzy on us and challenges us to "do something about it..." About sick of his act, and out of ideas, I belted him hard in the face below the eye and layed him back. It gets no worse--he sort of straightens up....and we are able to walk him (stumble him?) home and pour him into his rack.
The next day, he comes down to apologize to me and thank us (really) for dragging him out of there. He has a black eye and bruised cheek. He's fine. He's off to class. He can't shake my hand, however, as somehow I have jammed some knuckles and my right hand is swollen and in unbearable pain. (I didn't say I was completely sober either...) I literally cannot write for several days and my hand hurts for weeks. A week later the other DA is chatting up folks like nothing happened at parties, and I'm learning to write and try to dress and undress with my left hand.
That is where I began my "I'm a lover, not a fighter era." Its worked pretty well the last 25 years, and I see no reason to change now. Short of the stuff we train to do to prevent another 9/11, I'll find another way to work out my frustrations and adrenaline.
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