I wish I could've written this sooner, but alas, my work schedule is long hours on certain days. Less than a week ago I went to the TJMulligans on Houston Levee Rd in Cordova, TN to have a few drinks after work and unwind with that lovely pastime “Buzztime Trivia”. There was only one other player at the time, and after a few unsuccessful attempts to conversate across the 15 foot gap between us, he moved chairs to sit directly to my left, sharing the TV I was watching. I won't mention his name but it starts with an 'R' and rhymes with 'Peed'. At first we were having fun, talking trash, making jokes and explaining our (sometimes poor) trivia selections. It is at this time that I should say I'm a 29 year old normally attractive, married, tomboyish female who does not 'flirt' but enjoys normal people conversation. I have lived in 'Murica my whole life and have no problems having normal 'people sitting across the aisle on a bus' or 'people you see at the smoking section at work' or 'people who cashier your groceries' chit-chat conversation. I was a bartender and server for many years and have never had a problem treating all people equally and with respect- regardless of age, sex, orientation, race or any other bu||sh#t divisors. Under no invitation on my part, this guy decides to put his right hand on my (very) upper left thigh and give it a rolling squeeze. I was shocked. I know I'm probably a lucky member of the female persuasion in that I had never been groped in such a manner, but I have had drunk a$$hole$ swat at my waitressing behind as I'm walking by with a tray of food (to which they got a stern WTF reprisal). I gave this jerk the benefit of the doubt (I know) and said, “I did NOT give you permission to touch me, do it again and I will taze you.” Now I didn't have my taser on me, but somehow I thought the phrase made it more clear that his advances were not welcome. What does this lookalike for a certain fictional character baring the chest tattoo “I AM A RAPIST PIG” do? He takes his fat, sausage-like appendages and grabs my upper thigh again in a rolling squeeze- this time sliding his corpustular fingers into my inner thigh area and Strongly “massaging” my flesh between his nasty, shameful “I'll do what I want” digits. With a pervert's smirk no less. I yelped out “WTF, Man!?”, physically pushed his arm away to make him let go, and moved down to a different seat. This is where the story gets interesting. I immediately told the female bartender while in earshot of the Molesting Meat Pocket (MMP) and at least one barback. She said “I'll talk to him.” She DID NOT. The MMP proceeded to talk about how I'm drunk, I'm always drunk, yadda yadda, he didn't touch me, lies, lies etc. Now, being of Irish descent, I can tell you without a shadow of a doubt that 2 drinks does not a drunk me make. But that's besides the point. Even if I were wearing gogo boots and a tube top instead of cargo pants and a tshirt, even if I had been on my tenth drink instead of my second, HE DOES NOT HAVE THE RIGHT TO MOLEST ME! As I watched him being served another drink and his food order without ANYTHING being done about it, I again let the bar staff know that I had just been sexually molested in front of them. NOTHING WAS DONE. I happened to see the same female bartender in the ladies room just after that where I complained a third time and demonstrated (on myself, not on her) exactly what he had done. “I'll talk to him.” SHE DID NOT. Apparently the MMP is a 'regular' and can buy his way out of repercussions. All of a sudden it hit me. This is what those women in India go through with their 'Eve-Teasing'. They are molested, assaulted, and nothing is done about it when they report to the authorities. The assaults are bad enough, but the most infuriating part is that NO ONE DOES ANYTHING.
Would I recommend TJMulligans in Cordova? Only if you enjoy being felt up by disgusting, MMPs at the bar, in front of the morally devoid waitstaff, only to have your protests ignored in favor of slimy, under-the-table $5 tips that are 'earned' at your expense.
It wasnt what I thought. Place was super packed and super hot! Small dance floor. It was definitely not for me. Plus THEY are a full bar and BYOB. BYOB admission was a total of $30. $3 for a can of coke. The owner is making a killing and obviously not investing it back into his business! #IWouldNotRecommend
Total shithole. My friends and I come back from college and partied here. It is still a mystery to me why people would choose this inbred oldhome. To hear that this place is called restaurant, is a joke. This place is gross.I feel genuinely sorry for anyone who eats food from here. Every single staff is above the age of 50, except this tubby Asain, avoid him at all costs, huge asshole. I always feel the need to shower upon leaving this place. Maybe it's because every single surface of this rundown bar is sticky icky. Service is nice and slow, every time. Gotta love that musky cig/local drunk sweat aroma they got going though. GO TIGERS!
Rudness by the entire staff is totally unacceptable
When does the server dictate how much and when you tip, had a bad experience with Waiter BOBBY, where we come from you tip at the end of the evening and you give what your server deserves, anyway after the second round, he informs us that we can get our own since we didn't tip. Needless to say we spent our money and tips somewhere else, where the service was great, left a $50 when we left, sorry BOBBY. The singers and piano players also complain about how much tip. Sound like they need to find new jobs.
Absolutely the worst dining experience on beal street!! A very historic place to visit but not necessarily the best dining experience. Service was extremely horrible. Had to get several drinks myself from the bar. Host knew absolutely nothing about the menu and could care less about anything. Mainly she wanted to stand outside and chat with her friends. When the food finally arrived, an hour or so later, the bun on my club sandwitch was burned and the french fries were cold. My friend who ordered a simple burger, found that his burger was burned to a crisp. Then came the overpriced bill, over $30 for a burger and a club sandwich. Would not recommend ever eating there, just have a drink(if you can get one) and listen to the music if there is any.
we went to silky osullivans when all the blues bands were on in january and we had a meal and few drinks and we had a good night then she came round with the bill and we left an 4 dollar tip from the 4 of us and she came back and told us the tip wasnt enough and the bar staff get payed from the tips so we had to leave between 10$ - 15$ tip, we were so shocked, ive never heard that in my life and we payed 10$ and we just never went back, definately taking the water out of us, we have told everyone since we came back and when we were there and they said they wouldnt go there ever
The staff is rude and ignorant! The owner is a prick and frankly memphis has entirely way too many restaurants to waste time at this below average establishment!
need a real pro d.j. with a good sound system folks yall need to call the big O then and only then will your club rate five stars the bartender was the best yall had to offer
By Frank Murtaugh
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