Local veteran barfly David Enos thinks not:
Group of cool guys on the train tonight, each with khakis, thick frame glasses, desert boots, hoodies. ”Cantina’s where its at because the bartender knows us, he knows us, we’re down. We go in, our table’s the focal point, we can get loud and not be kicked out. I, personally, have gotten into some awesome conversations with random people in there. We start a fight, the bartender’s on our side, he’s fightin’ with us, know what I mean?” I guarantee that the bartender of this establishment hates these cretins to the core.
Ouch. Read on for some thoughts on whether or not these guys are good tippers.