Blood. Shit. Spilled beer. "And a girl," as Churchill's Pub enforcer Nicky Bowe recalls, "pissing into a saucepan."
Only a few examples of the weird, wild, and occasionally disgusting stuff that can happen in the course of a trip to Our Beloved Shithole at 5501 NE Second Avenue on any given night of any given week.
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See also: Churchill's Pub: An Oral History