It’s the end of an era. This place was once considered my home away from home. I was there, literally, every day for a good couple of years. It helped that they had the couches from when I was a kid. It was more than just a bar. It was family and community (and a really good place to get completely shit canned). From the great jukebox to the bathroom with the door that was ALWAYS busted to the photobooth to everyone sweatin Steph to Henry and Preston being shitty to the assholes (which was kind of everyone) to watching Mikey aka Kittybat go from being an okay DJ to one of Orlando’s best to getting into and breaking up fist fights to slamming dollar Beasts and Schlitz all night and then running over to I Bar at the last minute to get in an hour of drunk dancing, it really was a place where everyone knew yourt name. Truth be told, I wouldn’t even come close to having half the friends I have today if it wasn’t for the place. If you’ve lived in Orlando at all in the last 16 years, all roads (and most alcohol dysfunctions) lead back to BarBQ Bar. In the last decade or so I’ve stepped foot in the place only a few times (the old crowd is always replaced by the new), but just knowing it’s not going to be there anymore gives me a heavy heart.
RIP BarBQBar. Thanks for the great times.