Jones and Pickles

So Mr. Pickles and his lady have been frequenting the local restaurants and bars in Sanford, FL for about a year now. It seems (at least to us) that everytime we pass by what we now know to be “Jason’s Martini Bar” it has been closed.

I say, it seems, because for months this place had no signage of any kind so it was sort of one of those places that “you just have to get in to”. Well, my friends, tonight was the night!

We happened to visit one of our favorite restaurants this evening (Willow Tree Cafe - which by the way was a total fail as well due to their lack of planning for the amount of business that they had tonight however I will give them a pass because Theo and the crew are usually very good at making us feel like VIP’s so a one-time bad experience is acceptable). Afterwards, we walked the Downtown Sanford area.

Jason’s Martini Bar had a light on and a door man. Score! (or so we thought). $5.00 cover for my male ass. No problem - that place must be cool as shit inside…

Not so much…

Try South Beach…(without the South Beach)

PS - Blonde Bartender - you are not nearly hot enough to act that way…EVER!!!

PPS - You could not make a “dirty martini” to save your fucking life. That shit sucked worse than…I have nothing…I LITERALLY HAVE NOTHING IN MY MIND THAT I COULD POSSIBLY THINK OF THAT SUCKED WORSE THAN THAT SHITTY DRINK YOU CHARGED ME TEN FUCKING DOLLARS FOR!!!!!!

Just saying - if you are calling your bar “BLAH BLAH MARTINI BLAH BLAH” you may want to hire someone who knows how to make a fucking martini that is not on your list…

Peace and chicken grease asswipes…