I had to go to a wedding today in Newport Beach with my wife and some friends from her work. There was a 2 and 1/2 hour gap between the wedding ceremony and the reception so we decided to stop at Billy's for lunch.
We ate inside the restaurant and then afterward we went outside to the patio bar to order a drink. There were six of us. Four of us were white, two of us were black.
We were not on the patio for more than two minutes before a red-faced, 50-year-old, buff-yet-also-fat dude in a red Affliction t-shirt called one of our black friends a ni**er.
He did it right in front of and within earshot of the two bartenders behind the bar. Neither of them said anything. And they actually seemed to become annoyed with the fact that we had two black people in our party more than the fact that one of their patrons had just said something that should have had them removed from the property.
We paid for the drinks that we had ordered without touching them and left. The bartender was rude to us as we did so.
This place is terrible if you do not enjoy having your friends called disgusting racial slurs with the tacit consent of the bar staff.
However, it's great if you are a complete douchebag and enjoy hanging out at places filled with racist tools hopped up on cocaine and viagra, liver-spotted cougars with ripped arms and medium-sized fake breasts that are 17 inches apart, and skanky waitresses with huge fake boobs crammed into tiny t-shirts with ugly faces, thin legs and beer guts.
This place is Loserville and I hope that it burns to the ground sometime in my lifetime so I can stop by and take a photo of myself taking a sh*t on its ashes.