When Ya’ Gotta Go, Ya’ Gotta Go
Captain Whosisbrew has a busy day ahead of him, but before I leave you, I would be absolutely remiss if I did not share this bit of priceless information with you. Greg Hall, the 11th-hour brewmaster at Chicago-based Goose Island Brewery, had himself a birthday celebration at a bar called Bangers & Lace last Friday. That’s just superb, and honestly, why not celebrate? Not only was it the man’s birthday, but after the lucrative acquisition of his brewery by Anheuser Busch-InBev, there was plenty to be happy about. There is certainly no harm in the cause. However, there is a great deal of harm in taking two beer glasses and urinating in them while standing at the bar, which is precisely what Hall did that evening, as reported by The Chicago Tribune.
Apparently Hall and his friends were nearing the end of their evening when he took it upon himself to urinate in two glasses of beer. Matty Eggleston, the bartender, said he overheard Hall telling his friends not to drink the contents of the glasses. Eggleston then apparently asked Hall what was in the glasses, and Hall told him it was beer. Eggleston then said “Perfect, let’s have a toast before you go,” which Hall declined. Then after Eggleston let Hall have it with some words, he saw Hall sitting in a parked car outside as he went to throw out the glasses. Eggleston then knocked on the window and said that he wanted to introduce himself as the guy who had to clean his urine off the bar, and to enjoy his newfound fortune and have a great night. Hall has since apologized to the bar and Eggleston, though Eggleston said he does not accept the apology, and is even considering no longer carrying Goose Island beer.
Can you blame them? I certainly can’t. No matter the circumstances, personally, I’ve always been a man who values respect above almost any quality, and for a public figure such as Hall to be acting like such a d-bag in a public place is inexcusable. I don’t care how inebriated you are. Allowing your demeanor to reach that level is disgraceful, especially for a man who works at a highly respected brewery. Class is still a sacred value, and I’m utterly amazed by the fact that Eggleston didn’t grab a barstool and engage in some facial rearrangement. Eggleston’s level of self restraint is admirable. If you were in a bar in New Jersey and you vandalized a pint glass with your warm bodily waste, not only would the bartender or bouncer make you drink it while stealing your lunch money as they’re hanging you above a toilet by your feet, but you would probably be spending the night behind bars. Stay classy, fella.