Sitting with friends in a four-person booth at popular Richmond bar Buddy’s, city resident Rick Esbach said he has a “sneaking suspicion” that everyone, except he, knows the bartenders and wait staff on a first-name basis and, perhaps, as personal friends.
“It’s funny, I’ve been in here like five or six times and it’s cool and all, but it’s like the place has 50 regulars in it, my friends who, I think, also come here often, and then me,” said the 29-year-old, who noted he mistakenly asked what the beer specials were upon arrival at the timeless Robinson Street bar. “Which, had I been in here more often like everyone else, I’d have known the answer already.”
Added Esbach: “Dangit.”
Further arousing his hunch that he is “pretty much alone in this one” are the walls of the Fan District bar, filled with photos of young men and women hanging out at Buddy’s, several of Esbach’s friends doing shots at Buddy’s, friends of his friends dancing on seat-backs at Buddy’s, and not a single photograph of Esbach at Buddy’s.
He added that he would “really like” for Buddy’s to become “my bar,” unless, of course, it’s like, already everyone else’s bar already.