Tough guy from the Bronx who says his daddy owns 45 Marriotts threatened to mess up staff at Theater District club, but then he slipped on the stairs and fell on his nose, club says
The Boston Licensing Board will decide Thursday whether Legacy Boston on Warrenton Street could have done anything to prevent an incident in which an unruly man not allowed entrance near closing began trying to fight his way in, only to fall on the stairs and hit his nose hard enough to start it bleeding.
Legacy's owners and workers told the board today that a group of men showed up around 1:35 a.m. on Aug. 6. They immediately got ruffled by the $40 entry fee. At a hearing today, the woman handling the registry said she tried to give them a discount, given that closing time was at 2 a.m., but that they were still upset. One guy threw money at her and she decided, no, she wasn't going to let them in at all.
Club co-owner Charles Delpidio, standing nearby, came over and told them they couldn't enter. One of them then shoved Delpidio, 71, against a wall. A club security manager rushed over and begin to usher the shover up the stairs from the registry to the street - holding one of the man's arms behind the man's back to try to prevent any further attacks.
"I'm from the Bronx!" and if they were in the Bronx, "I would've shot you in the face!" the security manager told the board the man yelled. He also claimed Legacy was going to get in big trouble, because his father is a lawyer and "owned 45 Marriotts." As they went up, both fell on the stairs - and the man cut his finger on the stair railing he was trying to hold onto and then gave himself a nose bleeder when his face planted on the steps.
Neither the man nor his alleged Marriott-owning father attended today's hearing.
Delpidio, not hurt in the shoving, told the board: "The real question I really have here: Where were these guys before they came to us? ... We got these guys [showing up] after they'd been out all night [somewhere else]."
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"Do you know who my dad is":
"Do you know who my dad is": the battle cry of the absolute putz.
I'm trying to recall a moment in my lifetime when
anyone in Boston might have been impressed by, "I'm from the Bronx!"
Nope, got nothin'.
Carlito Brigante not impressed either.
I love the old man’s question, as if that’s material at all to the discussion. He should stick to sending soup back at the diner.
Past Tense
So what he's saying here is.. his father previously owned 45 marriotts. Past Tense.
And as we've seen in recent years, any moron can be a lawyer.
So yeah.. dude was spewing garbage thinking it would get him somewhere.
I think he said it in the present tense
I put it in past tense just to go along with the overall narrative.
DJ: Do you know who my father
DJ: Do you know who my father is?
Eric: Also potato!
"Hey I'm a rich tough dude!"
"Forty bucks? That's too rich for my blood."
Burden on bar and club owners
The licensing unit of the BPD or whoever bringing these things to the Licensing Board is a burden on bar owners.
I'm not talking about things inside the bar, I mean things outside the bar like this
Everytime a club owner has to appear it means lawyer hours
Wish he'd been named
because this guy definitely needs to show up in some search results.
Wasn't that a line from the
Wasn't that a line from the Summer of Sam movie? They got dressed up in disco clothes, headed to Manhattan, got turned away from a club, and said, "We came all the way from the Bronx!"
Waste of oxygen
Give these assholes rifles and send them to Ukraine. The world would be far better off without them.
They'd probably trip and
They'd probably trip and shoot themselves and each other before they even made it on the plane, which I for one would not lose any sleep over.
This guy wasn’t recently
This guy wasn’t recently indicted, was he?