monday night bartender.
so last night dev and stella and i went out for some celebratory drinks to celebrate, of course, stella's leaving. oh, yeah, and to start celebrating dev's ever closer departure to japan.
we went to the pseudo-irish pub in town, paddy's. it's less worse than giovanni's, which of course isn't saying much. it's about on par with the pseudo-mexican restaurant, jesus's. the ambiance of paddy's is at least more pleasing that at the greek place, athena's. but i digress.
so we're at the pub, stella and i, waiting for dev to show up. we're sitting at the bar. the bartender, who looks like a nice enough fella, comes over to help us. and then we realized, with horror, who he was.
the monday night bartender.
let's take a look-see at why this fella is relegated to monday nights behind the bar.
1. stella orders a highball, but this particular place serves them in martini glasses (don't ask). she asks for it in a short glass. "oh," says fella. ten minutes later comes back and asks, "uh, do you want it on the rocks?"
2. i order a cosmo. as i watch him mix i remark to stella that his grand marnier pour is a bit heavy. the drink comes. it's red like a ruby. stella wince. i sip. the worst cosmo ever. sickeningly sweet. heavy on the cranberry, light on the vodka. we call him over. much too sweet, i say. he looks confused. "oh, uh, do you want me to take it back?" please. i order a different martini. it's better.
3. mid-drinking, stella switches over to gin and tonic with some rose's lime. she sips. she winces, but declares it all right.
4. mid-drinking, i switch to chardonnay (don't ask). the glass arrives with a fresh lipstick mark (not mine). we call him over again.
5. dev orders a bloody mary. asks fella if they have absolut peppar. fella says, "what's that?" dev explains, patiently, that it's absolut vodka flavored with...pepper. in a bottle with red lettering. fella holds up a reddish bottle. "well, we got this flavor." the bottle is clearly marked ruby red. as in grapefruity.
during the drinking, the televisions are on, because of course paddy's likes to think of itself as sports bar-ish. espn, sadly, is on the tv facing us. a story about barbaro comes on. we're curious as to whether or not he's going to be put on. stella asks fella to turn on closed captioning. "oh, gosh," he says, "i don't think we've got that." he fiddles around. he turns off the tv. he looks shocked the button he pressed, on/off, turned the tv off.
but we have to give him credit. he never actually asked if stell and i wanted to share a drink.
we went to the pseudo-irish pub in town, paddy's. it's less worse than giovanni's, which of course isn't saying much. it's about on par with the pseudo-mexican restaurant, jesus's. the ambiance of paddy's is at least more pleasing that at the greek place, athena's. but i digress.
so we're at the pub, stella and i, waiting for dev to show up. we're sitting at the bar. the bartender, who looks like a nice enough fella, comes over to help us. and then we realized, with horror, who he was.
the monday night bartender.
let's take a look-see at why this fella is relegated to monday nights behind the bar.
1. stella orders a highball, but this particular place serves them in martini glasses (don't ask). she asks for it in a short glass. "oh," says fella. ten minutes later comes back and asks, "uh, do you want it on the rocks?"
2. i order a cosmo. as i watch him mix i remark to stella that his grand marnier pour is a bit heavy. the drink comes. it's red like a ruby. stella wince. i sip. the worst cosmo ever. sickeningly sweet. heavy on the cranberry, light on the vodka. we call him over. much too sweet, i say. he looks confused. "oh, uh, do you want me to take it back?" please. i order a different martini. it's better.
3. mid-drinking, stella switches over to gin and tonic with some rose's lime. she sips. she winces, but declares it all right.
4. mid-drinking, i switch to chardonnay (don't ask). the glass arrives with a fresh lipstick mark (not mine). we call him over again.
5. dev orders a bloody mary. asks fella if they have absolut peppar. fella says, "what's that?" dev explains, patiently, that it's absolut vodka flavored with...pepper. in a bottle with red lettering. fella holds up a reddish bottle. "well, we got this flavor." the bottle is clearly marked ruby red. as in grapefruity.
during the drinking, the televisions are on, because of course paddy's likes to think of itself as sports bar-ish. espn, sadly, is on the tv facing us. a story about barbaro comes on. we're curious as to whether or not he's going to be put on. stella asks fella to turn on closed captioning. "oh, gosh," he says, "i don't think we've got that." he fiddles around. he turns off the tv. he looks shocked the button he pressed, on/off, turned the tv off.
but we have to give him credit. he never actually asked if stell and i wanted to share a drink.
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