Dixie’s Place

There’s been several bars that have refused to serve me for one reason or another (usually due to me not being a member). I respect the rule that The Bartender is God, so normally I would not write a review about a bar that would not serve me. But Dixie’s is one of two such places where the refusal was done in such an unnecessary manner that it warrants a writeup.
My friends and I had been warned by other bartenders several times throughout the day that Dixie’s is the hardest dive bar in KCK to get into, but we had to try.
Like most of the clubs further in-​town in KCK, you have to be buzzed in. We managed to get in the door, but then faced the Grand Inquisition.
We were grilled not only by the bartender (a middle-​aged blonde-​ish woman) but also by a customer at the end of the bar. «Check their membership cards! They don’t belong here! Throw them out!» he kept shouting as the bartender nagged a Mexican family who also were not members.
We tried to ask the bartender how to become members, and she huffed that it was none of our business and she didn’t have to tell us.
The customer at the end of the bar raised his voice again: «They don’t belong! Call the police!»
This wasn’t necessary at all, we had respected the rules everywhere we have been and we were already leaving, but this customer was being way too much of an asshole about it.
So, noticing that this guy was reading a new book that one of my friends had just finished reading, my friend leaned over his shoulder and whispered the ending into his ear as we left.
«That’s what you get for being a jackass,» my friend added as we walked out the door.