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Tuesday, October 25, 2011
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1st Up: That NoMi Bar at 200 W. Broadway
If you’re a local to North Minneapolis or someone that exits off of I-94 at Broadway to head east, chances are you’ve driven past 200 West Broadway. That address is presently inhabited by the local dive known as Good Sports. And if you’ve been around the area long enough, you’d know that this address has a tarnished past. And the way things are going we can add tarnishing present to the lexicon.
|Not sure if this place lives up to its name... Read on and then decide.|
Good Sports used to be Johnny A’s, and was known for its drug deals in the kitchen and other below board activities. But don’t take my word for it. Please, check out these reputable historical references.
Get the picture? Johnny A’s was a crime laced dive. Good Sports on the other hand, perhaps less overtly so, but definitely a dive and I’ll explain momentarily. Well, a little humor goes a long way to making a point. Here’s a video I found of a guy that walks into a fictitious dive bar; patronized by thugs, offers lousy food, is way too loud, and the bartender is an obvious crook. Whew… This hits close to home.
Back to Good Sports; I don’t know the extent of the shenanigans there, but I do know this. Several of the TV’s don’t work, those that do are clearly dated and blurry, the liquor is overpriced when compared to the competition on the other side of the river, and there are some major sanitation issues in the men’s room.
Jerk Du Jour: Good Sports Bar Owner, Mike
Most of us North Minneapolis socialites—there’s only about 10 of us—have frequented Good Sports a lot over the past year and a half. This blogger must have dropped well over a grand in the joint during that time. Trust me, it’s easy to do.
So when you notice that the urinal in the men’s room is broken and doesn’t flush properly, what do you do? You inform the owner that just so happens to be working behind the bar. That was fall of 2010. Since then, Mike has been reminded of his sanitation problem numerous times. There was always some bullshit excuse for not fixing the urinal. So finally, things came to a head—no pun intended—a few weeks ago. The urinal now overflows when flushed. That means when you go to the restroom, you’re standing in a pool of piss on the floor. If there is no pool, it’s because it dried up. I had the misfortune of observing my own piss rise up and spill over the mouth of the urinal onto the floor like the raging waters of the Red River in Fargo during spring flooding. Fucking gross!!
|Just to get this picture, I got my feet wet.|
I informed Mike of the urinal problem again, but this time I showed him the same photo you see above. He flipped out. The man totally lost it. He said something about how I was the only one that cares and that I should stop coming to Good Sports. He was yelling and shouting at me, in the presence of other customers and my friends. Attempts to calm him down didn’t work. So I politely informed the bartender that this was the last time I would be patronizing Good Sports, and I tipped him well.
|The cold water doesn't work. Note the soap scum; lack of cleaning.|
That urine is stepped in every time a guy goes to do his business. That means that every time a guy leaves the restroom, he’s tracking nature’s contribution all across the floor of the restaurant. All things considered, you may want to throw away the two second rule. Since I’m the only one that cares about the pee-pee pond in the men’s room, I’m sure nobody would mind if I went ahead and contacted the city and informed them of the health code violations at Good Sports. Stay tuned for their findings in the next several weeks. Seriously Mike, fuck you for refusing to fix the most essential piece of equipment at your bar.
Good Sport’s owner, Mike… Today’s Jerk Du Jour!!
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