On a particularly boisterous night, one heavily intoxicated customer, irate with indignation after his failed attempt threw his finger into Barlow’s face.
“You’re a dirty filthy cheat”, he said. “ it’s locked. If I’m a liar then prove me wrong and you lift it!” He slurred, nose to chest with the massive bartender.
A hush fell over the establishment. Speaking to Barlow in such a manner was ill-advised. Yet to everyone’s great surprise a huge grin spread across the giant’s face, he gently lifted the man from under his arms and set him aside like a small child. Then reaching down he grabbed the door's thick handle with one hand, muscles bulging against the weight, and lifted it wide open befo...