Posted: 10/22/13 at 4:18pm
Who'd a thunk it? Well maybe anyone who's seen him wearing more makeup than Cher or throwing a hissy fit in front of his blonde muscular boyfriend.
(Shepard Smith) got up from his table, grabbed my elbow, and started yelling,” the waitress, a 30-year-old woman named Katya Minskova, told Gawker. Smith continued berating her: “Where the **** is my drink! Where is my ****ing drink! Get my ****ing drink!”
(Smith prefers a special off-menu concoction of gin, muddled cucumber, and shaved ice when he patronizes Bathtub Gin. In fact, he never orders anything printed on the speakeasy’s menu.)
“He started smacking his hands, like the back of his right hand into the palm of his left,” Minskova said. “He was spitting. His veins were popping out.”
Smith had arrived earlier that night with a straight couple and his own regular date, a muscular 6-foot-2 30-something white male, whom Bathtub Gin employees refer to as “his boyfriend.” Like most other nights—Smith frequents the bar, located behind a coffee shop on 9th Avenue, about once a week—the anchor’s attention fell on his date. According to Minskova and one other source who have seen Smith and his date drink there on multiple occasions, the couple frequently holds hands and rests them in each others’ laps under the table.
Where's my fvcking drink?
Updated On: 10/22/13 at 04:18 PM
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