There is a legendary story of a potentially volatile visit to the shop. As Aidan tells it, Hunter S. Thompson strolls in the door at the Magazine Street location. He is full of attitude – has a cigarette holder hanging out of his mouth and a glass of white wine in his hand. Aidan and crew are expecting his arrival. Aidan greets Hunter and hands him a drink.
Hunter grumbles, "What’s this?”
To which Aidan responds, "A glass of a very fine Irish Whiskey. You’ll enjoy it.” Mr. Thompson, without missing a beat, then pours his cheap wine into the whiskey glass. However, his hope for immediate shock value produces no more than a raised eyebrow from Aidan.
The day goes on. Hunter gets a shave and the AGFM–VIP treatment.
He then queries, “Can I smoke in here?”
Aidan deadpans, “I don’t care if you catch fire.”
From that point forward, Mr. Thompson appeared to lose his guard – the conversation between the two gentlemen became more reasonable and civil. The writer’s famous, yet bizarre personality had been switched to that of a normal “Joe.” Funny what a glass of whiskey and some Irish wit can produce.