Food & Drink
Sharkey's: A place for ghost stories, cheap beer and chicharrones
Published: September 11, 2013
A framed portrait of an old man rests behind a box at the shrine.
“One of our customers,” she says, noticing my curious looks. “He wanted his ashes to be at Sharkey’s.” Gloria tells us ghost stories of DJs (one plays Spanish or English club hits just about every night here) feeling a cold chill and then a hand on their shoulders, which usually leads to them running out of the bar. Another patron once threw a beer bottle at the portrait because the eyes wouldn’t stop following him.
We came, expecting nothing, and now we order more beers and ease into the old way of things. This bar is full of stories.
“He doesn’t mess with me,” Gloria continues. “I told him, ‘I’ll throw your ashes out there and leave you in the dirt!’”
Evening takes hold. I look down at the doves surrounding the shrine and I give a dollar to Death.
2101 W Martin