Yeah, going from last week at Stud9, I do like the ones at Phoenix.
I'm not sure who he is, but one of the Maori or Polynesian guys at Stud9 is a fucker. At Sandwiches I retreated to the back of the room my the bar and sat down on a seat, just in frotn and to the side of a bouncer, sleeping in another seat against the wall. I then leaned back and put my legs (NOT my feet) up on a seat in front of me, so my legs were resting on the metal armrests and feet hanging out past the edge of the seat.
I clsoe my eyes and next thing I know, some dude has whacked me and I've fallen off the seat taking several chairs with me, and the bouncer is saying "get ya fucking feet off there" The fucker had belted me one.
What an asshole. Talk about excessive force, I wasn't even doing the seat any harm, I'd deliberately made sure my feet weren't on the fabric. It probably caused more harm making me fall off, and smashing the seats on the ground. Dumbass.
Anyway, bad experience with Stud9 bouncer, who was tired, grumpy and a general asshole. He coulda just tapped me on the shoulder and asked me nicely for chrissakes.