It’s All Smoke And Grillers
I work in a grill restaurant in Amsterdam. A tourist bought a full rack of smoked spare ribs.
Customer: *Calling me over.* “I need to complain.”
Me: “What’s the issue, sir?”
Customer: “The ribs were really tasty, but I’ve been waiting for an hour, and I haven’t felt anything yet. I’m quite dissatisfied.”
Me: “What do you mean?”
Customer: “I ordered a smoked rib, and I’m still not high!”
Me: “Sir, smoked means the ribs were smoked on a grill. They don’t have weed in them.”
Customer: “But… this is Amsterdam!”
Me: “This is not a magical place where everything has weed in it.”
The whole kitchen crew laughed for a solid ten minutes when I told them.
