Saturday night, a couple friends and I went on a Federal Hill bar tour.
We finished at the Idle Hour (pictured), where we bought a six-pack and started to head home.
My friend Kaiser decided to run back inside for a minute, and dashed in through the side door. We tried to follow, but the bartender stopped us and told us the bar was closed.
But there are still people in there, and we just want to get our buddy, we said.
He said that wasn't an option, and closed the door.
So we waited a minute or two, and tried going in the front door. ...
The bartender saw us, jumped the bar(!!!) and slammed the door in our faces.
I've never seen a bartender jump a bar before, let alone to slam the door in the face of longtime customers.
And I like the Idle Hour a lot.
But I'm pretty miffed at that.
(Elizabeth Malby/Sun Photographer)