Showing posts with label bars. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bars. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Boot Hill Saloon

Without a doubt, the place to be during Bike Week in Daytona is Boot Hill Saloon, located at 310 Main Street. Not just for the beer and the biker-bro camaraderie, but for, of course, the bikini contests.

However, the Boot Hill Saloon has another claim to fame: it's allegedly one of the most haunted places in Florida. It's unclear when and how it all got started, but for many years now bargoers have reported objects moving by themselves, toilets flushing spontaneously (do ghosts use the bathroom?), and the jukebox coming to life and playing music even while unplugged. Then again, maybe everyone's just drunk.

Then again again, the Boot Hill Saloon is located right across the street from Pinewood Cemetery, which is also legendary for hauntings, and it's not much of a stretch to surmise that maybe spooks from over there come wandering over here, perhaps to watch the aforementioned bikini contests.

The bar, whose very name is a reference to cemeteries, has been instrumental in preserving and maintaining the once-abandoned graveyard. They've held fund-raisers during Bike Week and Biketoberfest in order to raise tens of thousands of dollars toward its upkeep.

Some have tried to do guerilla "ghost tours" on the grounds, but that's strictly a no-no and you must now actually pay to enter its closed gates. According to an article in the Orlando Sentinel, "Some pay to enter because the cemetery is one of the few places on Main Street quiet enough to talk on a cell phone."

Friday, December 26, 2014

The Flamingo Bar

When Jack Kerouac lived in St. Petersburg at the end of his life, his primary watering hole was the Flamingo Bar.

Jack, who died in 1969, might be surprised now to find that this dive bar still treasures the attention he spent here and honors him with pictures and souvenirs on the walls. Next time I'm back in St. Petersburg, I need to get here when they open - someone is always already sitting in the "Kerouac chair" where they Jack always sat.

I feel Jack's presence in the place, and it just might be that his spirit helped me out with the spurt of energy that broke my writer's lethargy just before leaving for Naples. (I didn't really have "writer's block", I was just lazy)