Barley House — Restaurant in Dallas

I used to love this place. I came regularly, ate, drank, and had a good time.

Two months ago, I went with an SMU-organized group to the bar. One of the kids was over served and ended up puking on himself out back. I don't know the kid, he was just part of the 100+ person group. Ever since then, I have been treated like garbage every time I've gone to Barley House. The manager/bartender has treated us as if we were the reason this random guy puked, when it was in fact her who served him. They were under investigation afterwards, which sucks, but they did over serve him, so it is somewhat warranted.

Last night, we went again. We had lunch, had some drinks, spent $30 on the jukebox and were having fun. I'll be honest, after a few hours, we were drunk and were belting out Celine Dion as if we were in fact on the Titanic. However, the place was empty. It was our table of 6 and 2 people at the bar. No one complained until the manager/bartender came to start her shift.

The second she came, the waitress was told not to check on us anymore, so we couldn't order any more food. When we went to the bar to order, they never told us no we couldn't have a drink (because we weren't that drunk), but they visibly watered down our drinks in front of us. We were also "hushed" several times from singing. Eventually, the jukebox was unplugged and our songs were skipped.

Now, I understand if we were in a family establishment causing a big scene. We were in an empty bar at 9PM singing to the jukebox we paid for.

We closed our tabs and tipped generously because we aren't trash. On the way out, we mentioned we felt like we were being treated poorly. The manager/bartender immediately told us that she did not like us since we were involved in that one group two months ago. She said she had to "watch" us.

I'll never be visiting Barley House again, which I'm deeply sad about, but I refuse to be treated like a sub-par human by an establishment when I have done nothing...

I’ve generally had mixed reviews for this place, but I can’t forget the evening I had with them last night. It was getting late, I had made great connections with Adrian and Chelsea. One of the bartenders who was off the clock ended up getting very aggressive with me and trying to show off for his friend by threatening me and trying to put me in my place. I was very uncomfortable, frankly, I had done nothing but sit and enjoy my time at the bar when he ended up threatening my time and space there. When I was trying to remedy the situation, one of the older bartenders started saying ‘if that’s how he feels, that’s how he feels’ and it started becoming a group effort at that point. To some degree, it becomes an issue with the clientele, at another point it becomes an even greater issue when the staff on call start to get involved. I had already resolved some prior discrepancies from a previous visit I had, and again I found Chelsea and Adrian to be fantastic and receptive towards customers wants and needs. Unfortunately, I do not find that same theme radiating throughout the staff, and felt attacked and diminished by those that are entrusted to serve, both on and off the clock. I had felt that once again I was an object of scrutiny, as opposed to a wellbeing customer in a safe space. I would like the opportunity to enjoy my time, free of issues, but I’m unsure I’ll be able to find it here. As a graduate student at SMU, I fail to see this establishment as a safe place for students of differing ideas and perspectives from the normal crowd, and would appreciate if the staff could generally sponsor open-mindedness, kindness, and generosity on and off the clock. This need not be the case towards patrons that are there simply to have a good time and unwind, but for the staff to get involved in customer disputes and sponsoring one over the other is beyond what I would consider fostering a vibe of open-mindedness...

I Just Experienced the Most Blatantly Racist Moment of My Life.

Location: The Barley House, Dallas By: Gatito Gato

After leaving Milo Butterfingers with some friends, we stopped by The Barley House. It was empty inside, so we went back to the car and sat for a moment. While we were there, we noticed a group of people standing around a Mustang. It looked like they might be locked out, so I got out to offer help.

That’s when everything flipped.

The moment I stepped out of the car, a man started recording us. Out of nowhere, a woman started yelling and cursing at me. I walked up calmly to ask what was going on — only to be falsely accused of trying to break into the car.

I was shocked. I never touched the car. I wasn’t aggressive. I was just trying to help. But instead of being seen for my intentions, I was immediately judged, targeted, and disrespected — because of how I looked.

Let me be crystal clear: This wasn’t a misunderstanding. It was racial profiling. Blatant. Loud. Public. And completely uncalled for.

I felt humiliated, unsafe, and furious — all for doing absolutely nothing wrong. I would never step foot in The Barley House again, and I strongly urge others to stay away from spaces where this kind of behavior is tolerated or goes unchecked.

We talk about making America better. We say things will change. But this is what we’re still facing: casual racism, weaponized suspicion, and the kind of energy that keeps us divided and unsafe. This is the reality — and it’s exhausting.

I’m sharing this not just for me, but for anyone who’s been in a similar situation and felt voiceless. We’re done being silent.

#Gatoway 🐱🔥 #RacialProfiling #Dallas #DoBetter...