Norm S.
Yelp
Despite my 5 star rating, I have to preface this review by saying I had the most embarrassing night of my life at Tom's, though that was through no fault of the establishment or staff. It was purely due to my own gullibility and a few mean friends.
I had agreed to meet a few of my buddies at Tom's the other night, and as usual, I was the first one there. Quick backstory - my friends and I have a running competition on who has the biggest you-know-what, and they had told me that Tom's had a nightly "game" where who ever has the biggest you-know-what, gets to drink for free for the night. Based on previous rounds of our own "game", I knew that my friend Darius was packing a hog, so I decided to try my luck before the rest of my group arrived, and take advantage of my Italian genes. I coyly asked the bartenders about this competition and I was met with a stunned look of confusion, hastely followed by laughter. At first I didn't know why they were laughing, and so with laughter being infectious and all... I started laughing too. Once the bartenders and I collected ourselves they asked what I wanted. I asked them about how the judging works, like, if someone measured all the guys attempting the competition and had something similar to a score board. That's when the tone took a turn, and the male bartender told me to drop it, and that I was making his female co-worker uncomfortable. Being my naive self, I at first thought that my friends mixed up the bar where this free drinks thing was going down. I explained myself to the bartender and insisted that I meant absolutely no offense. Once I filled him in on what my friends told me, he said that my buds were clearly pulling a prank on me. Then it started to make sense.
I apologized and went red in the face, but the bartender was understanding and felt bad for me. I ordered a tequila and Coke and when I went to pay for it I realized I didn't have any cash on me. The worst feeling ever. And he had already made my drink. I told him that I left my card at home but since I only live a few blocks away I said I'd run back and grab it and tip him a hefty sum because of everything that happened.
On my walk home though, I received an Instagram notification on my phone because I was tagged in a post. It was Darius, and he had posted a photo of himself and my other friends at Por Que No, enjoying tacos, margaritas, and smiling. I felt pretty bad after that, and decided to just stay at home once I got back. I felt awful considering the generous bartender at Tom's had already poured my drink, but I was just feeling pretty sad.
On the plus side though, I saw a dog when I was walking home.