Taps & Sutton

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At closing time, as the last customers shuffled out of Taps & Sutton, an old regular turned to the bartender and said, 'I swear, every night I leave here, that neon sign outside flickers on its own.' The bartender grinned knowingly. ‘Yep,’ he replied with a twinkle in his eye, ‘must be those pesky neighborhood kids playing tricks again.’ The old regular nodded, laughing softly as he reached for his hat. ‘Guess I’ll never know for sure,’ he muttered, stepping into the evening air where the neon sign indeed seemed to wink one final time before settling down.

2. At closing time, as the last customers shuffled out of Taps & Sutton, an old terrier mix named Buster bolted into the bar. He sniffed around the empty tables and then sat down next to the piano, staring intently at the keys. Suddenly, the piano started playing a jaunty tune on its own. Buster began wagging his tail furiously, dancing in circles around the bench. A delivery driver looked over curiously and asked, 'Who taught that dog to play?' The bartender shrugged, smiling: 'Must be another secret talent of Taps & Sutton.'

3. At closing time, as the last customers shuffled out of Taps & Sutton, an odd humming noise filled the empty room. No one could quite place its source—was it coming from the old safe in the corner or perhaps the ancient pipes beneath the bar? Suddenly, a friendly voice called from behind the bar: 'Thought you might be missing your evening drink!' It was just the bartender, Mr. Sutton, with a fresh round for the few stragglers. The humming stopped, and everyone laughed, realizing it had been the refrigerator kicking into life.

4. At closing time, as the last customers shuffled out of Taps & Sutton, an unusual announcement crackled over the PA: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, your waiter will be right with you… in a minute.’ As the night grew quieter, the mysterious waiter finally appeared—an old man with a twinkle in his eye and a tray full of mismatched glasses. 'Welcome to our after-hours tradition,' he said, wiping away imaginary dust from each glass. The regulars exchanged knowing glances, sipping their drinks and laughing softly, content that tonight’s ritual had once again been honored.