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Bar crawls and fish tales...

There are few bars in Brigantine.
The Rod & Reel

St. George’s

Laguna

Mickey’s Raw Bar/Steak 38

The only one truly not worth going to is Mickey’s.

From the exterior Mickey’s appears as if it were a thatched roof trailer jutting out into a parking lot from a two story steak joint.

When you walk in the floor is uneven and painted blue with spots of cement showing through. The bartender that is always there is an old stand by blond milf-y bitch. She’s a cunt who won’t serve you unless you’re in there every day tipping here after the toothy BJ she gave you in the men’s room.

Yep, she rubbed me the wrong way. The whole bar’s service is terrible and the general consensus attitude will have you walking out leaving half a beer.

St. George’s (to me at least) is the last stop on the way home kind of place. It is warm, safe, and has two of the friendliest overnight guys anyone could meet in a 24 hour bar.

The food’s slightly disappointing, but it’s meant for the drunchies, as well as only having a kitchen open on the regular hours of 11am to 2am and not Atlantic City 24 hours. I find it hard to make it to this place at any other hours other than 4am to about 10am.

All of this I am saying about st. George’s is my attempt at an objectivity, but this is an understatement as the strange things that have happened to me personally at St. George’s are crazy.

At 18 I had a boyfriend who was 24 and a hardcore alcoholic. He is actually an infamous Brigantine Local and so is his family, so I will spare the intimate details. However we still stayed in contact, and at 21 I went to hang out with him at St. George’s and right in front of all of his friends he asked me if I was going to spend the night (in so few words). I told him absolutely not, went outside to use my phone, came back to my drink, and no money. This mother fucker robbed me.

A minor fight ensued, I was reimbursed for my money, and that bartender banned him from the bar. A year and a half later, that bartender died, and with him went the ban.

Since then, it is rare that I don’t see him or one of his family members there at almost any hour.

This place is also covered in stuffed locally caught fish, boat photos, and it was here I heard the legend of the largest Striped Bass ever caught, and all the conspiracies that come with it. Ironically the fish’s final resting place, along with the plaque on it, is not at this bar, but at another Brigantine bar, The Rod and Reel, but we’ll get to that later.

Here’s what Wikipedia confirms about this story, “The largest striped bass ever caught by angling was a 35.6 kg (78.5 lb) specimen taken in Atlantic City, New Jersey on September 21, 1982”

According to my version of the story, it was caught off the AC Inlet Jetty, viewable from the window of my girl friend’s apartment in the Waterside complex, in a storm.

Now I know from spending much time looking out her windows in great wind and rain, that standing any where near that jetty, especially at high tide, is next to impossible. The waves crack over the jetty so hard, when they’ve stopped, there’s a tidal pool with all sorts of life in it!

In addition to this man standing, angling on the jetty in a storm, apparently his equipment was unsatisfactory to the men telling me the story, and couldn’t possibly carry that size of a fighting striper into his arms.

Beyond all of that, the point being that it is believed by the sailors to be that this man split the profit of that bass with some fishermen on a boat, only claiming that he caught it.

Also, this story is far from complete. To get the complete story on the fish, you must either go to the Rod and Reel, or ask the right men (or women), or St. Georges, and find a sailor.

I will finish this later with a long tail about Laguna, and the final epic closer of my bar crawl, the Rod and Reel!!