The Confession Line. (402)302-1872
It started with a knock.
One night, not long ago, I was alone behind the bar—quiet shift, no noise, no chatter, just the low hum of the place when it’s waiting for someone to need it. And then, soft as anything, a knock on the door.
I let the guy in. Roadwork tar caked his jeans. His hands were rough, his face sunburned. He sat down, had a couple drinks, and we talked—small stuff. How long he was in town, how he found the hotel, the usual surface-level questions. And then the lull hit. That moment where most people reach for their phone.
But instead, he started crying. No warning. Just… cracked open.
Through the tears, he said, “I don’t know how to tell my best friend I’m in love with him.” And then he looked at me, eyes bloodshot and wide, and said, “You’re the first person I’ve told.”
I didn’t say anything profound. I just listened.
That was the beginning of all this.
Why We Started the Confession Line
Being a bartender means hearing it all—wild stories, secret fears, emotional confessions. It’s one of the privileges of the job. And the truth is, sometimes people just need to say something out loud. Not for advice. Not for attention. Just to get it out of their chest and into the world.
We started keeping little black books behind the bar. One asked, “What’s your spiciest story?” The other: “Tell us your ghost story.” People wrote in them. People read them. They left pieces of themselves behind.
And now, we’ve taken it one step further.
Introducing the Confession Line
402-302-1872
This isn’t a reservation line. It’s not for drink orders or lost wallets.
This is for your story.
Call it when you’re walking home. Call it when you can’t sleep. Call it when something’s been burning in your chest for ten years and no one’s ever heard it.
Tell us how you fell in love.
Tell us the wildest thing that ever happened to you at a truck stop.
Tell us about the time you should’ve spoken up but didn’t.
Say the thing you’ve never had the nerve to say out loud.
Tell the truth.
It can be funny, filthy, heartbreaking, bittersweet, supernatural—whatever you need it to be. Keep it anonymous. Keep it real. Just make it yours.
We listen. We archive. We remember. Because stories deserve to outlive the moment they’re told.
Why It Matters
In a world where everything is curated and filtered and manicured to death, this is a place for mess. For mystery. For honesty without polish.
There’s no algorithm here. No followers to impress. Just you and the story you need to set free.
Call 402-302-1872 and leave your confession. You won’t get a person—you’ll get a voicemail. But on the other side is a bar that’s listening. A bartender who knows what it means to carry someone else’s truth for a while.
Anna’s Place. Behind the red light. Beneath the surface.
You drink. You feel. You tell the truth.
Now let’s hear it.
Your story can be shared on our antique phone for the world to hear, please keep your story anonymous.
I will not check this for lost wallets, or reservations, do not leave a voicemail with that intention- this is not how to get ahold of us. This line is for people to leave their stories!