Restaurant Ghosts??

Being as it is getting close to Halloween, I am wondering if there are any spooky restaurant stories to tell. I know the GM at Dietrich's, when Dave worked there, thought she saw a male ghost one night when she was there alone. Someone else will have to tell the actual tale though, because I can't remember all the details.I also heard something about one at Ditto's. I think somebody hung himself in that building before the restaurant was there.

Although this story isn't spooky it makes you think! Last month I did inventory and counted a half of a bucket of glucose. It was sitting on a push cart in the dry storage and when I came in the following day, I noticed something all over the floor. I looked at the bucket of glucose and there wasn't a hole in the bottom, the lid was on and there were no signs of dripping from the top area of the bucket. I opened the bucket and the glucose was gone. It was all over the floor. HMMMMMMMM! So I sent one of our servers in that has gifted talents and she said it was a little boy named Robert with brown hair. Guess he thought it was fun to waste some food. Anyway, I went back into the dry storage, said his name and told him he could play as long as he didn't waste food, be better if he would bang on pots and pans ya know! No signs since. Good ghosts, not bad!! We also have had lights go from full blast to nothing at all repeatedly during service one night! Mwahahahahahaha Being in a house from the 1800's what else would you suspect? We think its fun

When I was just an employee at Sweet Surrender at it's original location on Frankfort (where Ray Perella's now is), the entire staff was convinced the place was haunted. I'd be curious to find out if the employees at Ray's have had any experiences.

We would often hear footsteps where no one was, and the ghost enjoyed stealing my keys and hiding them from me when I needed to make deliveries. It wasn't any of the other employees. I finally started carrying a spare car key in my purse and when I would return from my errands, my keys would be exactly where they should have been in the first place. Supposedly, it was a teenage girl named Sylvia. She scared the hell out of me one night when I was closing myself and she starting messing with the phone lines in such a way as to make it seem like there was another person in the building when I was the only one there.

Back in 2003 I worked at Irish Rover. I was working lunch one Saturday when an out of town family came in and asked how much the second floor apartment was. We told them that it wasn't an apartment but used for private parties. They told us that the mother and father had walked to the corner to get a paper early while it was still dark and saw a long-haired gentleman in the window wearing a long white nightgown. Well, this totally freaked us out. Apparently, in the past, things would fly across the kitchen late at night when all the servers were gone. The closing manager would bring down clean towels and set them on the bar and the next day, they'd be everywhere. I was terrified everytime I had to venture to the office for a t-shirt to sell. We planned a seance of sorts, but chickened out the night of.

Okay, I'll add my 02. My old digs (Bistro New Albany) was housed in a 1870's Hotel that was DEFINETLY haunted (I had Indiana ghost hunters in there on several occations and they wet themselves every time they came). There is documented evidence that there is a guy in a trench coat, top hat, and cane scaring the bejesus out of everyone on the third floor (including me). I would sleep at my place on the couch many nights (you do what you have too to run a succesfull business and survive right?) and on several occations my grand piano in the hall would play itself. It was always some disjointed notes and pretty freaky, but nevertheless, as I would approach, no one there!! As someone who would close and open, I would often find things moved/changed from the night before (spatulas/etc. in a different place) and I began too question my own sanity every time it happened. I think that properties with a "history" are more likely to have such a distinction as haunted, and while I may have sh^% myself a few times, it was all harmless and good...

Clancy that whole block is haunted.

As a long time New Albanian, i would say that New Albany is a bizarre portal into the nether regions. I'd wager that Roger's house has a little residual energy funkifying the corridors at night as well.
The CPC has a good natured resident ghost that everyone calls Possum, apparently he was an older gentleman that used to live in the building when it was a drugstore. I think he likes good beer, but the vacuum seems to irritate him a little.

shawn

Anthony's/Bearnos by the Bridge has a few good tales. The building was the original Galt House and caught fire, burning to death a mother, daughter, and Creepy Captain JACK that are reputedly haunting the floors. There is also a basement/cellar that spans city blocks all the way to the river (civil war shelters). I never experienced anything, but of course there were rumors. I never totally believed any of them, but the CJ covered stories about them. It was a really neat building to be in though, with a grand staircase off of the employee breakroom and condemned floors above, windows missing, dry wall crumbling, bricks falling, and caution tape everywhere. It was trespassing to go up there but we did it ALL the time, straight to the roof for Thunder Over Louisville of course. And to go with the wackiness of the place, there is and always has been Madaam Zelda telling fortunes between 1st level and the basement - beyond her beading curtain (said dramatically) and Squirrelly the Magician doing shows in the second floor theatre (I'm pretty sure he was the owner of the building and did more convincing magic than something I once saw at Caesars).

I am now very much in the mood for some Halloween...... mwoohoohaahooohhhmwawawaw...... *screech!*screech!*screech!*

[Robin Garr]

Don't forget the angry ghost that allegedly lived upstairs at the Parisian Pantry! Supposedly she became angry when a successor restaurant tore out an upstairs wall, apparently angering the ghost and prompting her to put a curse on every restaurant that has been in there since.

(Cafe 360 seems to have broken the curse ... I wonder if they restored the wall.)

The building that last hosted Stratto's in Lewis and Clark Parkway in Clarksville is thought to be haunted as well. I'm sure some of the old employees could fill us in on some of the stories there.

It also seems to have the same curse that the building Robin posted about earlier as well....