ode to the clucker
my freshmen year my life revolved around a few things
1 – driving around half my dorm room floor – i was the only one (or perhaps the only one nice enough) who had a car
2 – crying about men (some things never change…)
3 – spending my nights at cluck-u
The clucker has since gone through various changes (it was Dirty Bird’s b/c they didn’t wanna pay the franchise fees… and then reopened under new management as Sloppy Gator – which had nothing to do with the spirit of the clucker…) and it will soon become condos. how sad.
i know i should have so many memories of that place (i would literally spend 6 nights a week there), but unfortunately, i can’t recall half of them.
but anyone of a certain age can wax poetic about free beer at 3 (when it was still Natty b/f they switched to the dirty, nasty South Paw) bottomless beers for $5.95 (was that the price? lol), when the stripper pole was added, french fries served until 2am, that only one stall in the girl’s bathroom worked at any given time, when the position of the bar changed, playing nudie photo hunt, going behind the bar to make your own shots, finding the girl outside the side entrance crying in the parking lot (btw – that girl was usually me!) and watching people wash off X’s on their hands in the bathroom (why didn’t you guys know Henry too?)
i recently ran into a former bartender from there (who am i kidding his # is still in my phone) and i laughed about how i never even had a fake-ID back then. “i was only 18!’ i told him. ‘do u think we didn’t know or cared?’ he replied.
oh the good old days…
the first beer i shared with my father was there…i received my first college booty call while there…got into an actual fight with a boy out front…danced under the tent on football games…always said hi to Spencer and avoided the other meaner brother…danced on the pole covered in electric paint after a day-glo…engraved my name into a purple tabletop…hid in the bathroom when my crush entered the bar…took pictures with the dude (they called him jew boy) who used to dress up in the chicken suit…helped mop the floor up a few nights…spent every major drinking holiday there…refused to pay gameday prices as i was a regular…
and i’m sure i’m not the only one! so here’s to you clucker! you will forever be remembered, albeit in the hazy minds of college alcoholics everywhere!