A reader has related a brutal and harrowing memory from the late 60s about a Montreal bar that she is unable to identify now.
Please read and let us know if it rings a bell.
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I once went with a friend to a club that I only recall being west of downtown and near the water.
I was too stoned to remember but years later hearing stories about the Bucket of Blood on Wellington in the Point I think it may have been there.
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The worst dive I've ever been in. It was a mostly all black club and two guys started fighting to the death.
The barman was yelling at one that he'll end up back in jail but he broke two wooden tavern chairs over the other guy's head into pieces!
The guy then took one of the legs of the chair and continued beating the other till he had a huge gaping hole in his head that was pouring blood. The guy wasn't moving but the other one kept beating him till the barman told him he called him a cab and the cops sirens could be heard.
I ran for the bathroom right away but could see the fight still cause oddly the toilets were in the middle of the bar and were almost like outhouses.
The wooden door was two feet off the floor, like a piece of plywood long ago painted white and the door ended under my chin so I could look over it to see what's going on.
Both toilets were like that. If anyone was passing they could've just looked in on you. Very scary place.
Please read and let us know if it rings a bell.
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I once went with a friend to a club that I only recall being west of downtown and near the water.
I was too stoned to remember but years later hearing stories about the Bucket of Blood on Wellington in the Point I think it may have been there.
The barman was yelling at one that he'll end up back in jail but he broke two wooden tavern chairs over the other guy's head into pieces!
The guy then took one of the legs of the chair and continued beating the other till he had a huge gaping hole in his head that was pouring blood. The guy wasn't moving but the other one kept beating him till the barman told him he called him a cab and the cops sirens could be heard.
I ran for the bathroom right away but could see the fight still cause oddly the toilets were in the middle of the bar and were almost like outhouses.
The wooden door was two feet off the floor, like a piece of plywood long ago painted white and the door ended under my chin so I could look over it to see what's going on.
Both toilets were like that. If anyone was passing they could've just looked in on you. Very scary place.