What’s The Right Restaurant?

, , , , | Right | March 24, 2019

(I’m about to order meals for myself and my wife. The pub is very busy.)

Manager: *to the staff, drink in hand* “Okay, everyone, it’s really busy out there. If we don’t keep on top of everything we’re going to get flogged.”

(I decide to interrupt:)

Me: “Can I be flogged, too?”

(The manager spits his drink out back into his glass and most of the staff walk away in various directions.)

Me: “Sorry, wrong restaurant.”

(The manager came over to our table later with free drinks. He said I had made his night!)

Drinking Since I Was Knee-High To A Grasshopper!

, , , , , | Working | March 15, 2019

(I am 22 years old. The legal age to drink alcohol in the US is 21 years old, and people are supposed to check IDs of those who look under 30. I am a customer that has walked up to the bar and taken a seat. I put my wallet down on the bar, but make no room to open it just yet.)

Me: “Hi. Can you make a grasshopper?”

Bartender: “What is that?”

(That’s not an unusual response as it’s not a common drink, and many bars here do not stock all the ingredients.)

Me: “It’s a mixture of crème de menthe, crème de cacao, and cream.”

Bartender: “No, I’m sorry. We don’t have the crème de menthe.”

(He hands me a bar menu with the specialties and points them out.)

Me: “I’ll take [vodka-based drink].”

Bartender: “Coming right up.”

(I never was asked for my ID, and I was only one year older than the legal limit. My wallet was faced down, and even then, I keep my ID inside of it, so it doesn’t appear when closed. The bartender was very nice, and I think he probably just forgot. Or maybe he assumed I was over 21 because I knew a drink he didn’t! As someone who works in a bar myself, I know the repercussions of serving under-aged minors for both the server and business. If you’re not 100% sure, always ID!)

Unfiltered Story #142740

, | Unfiltered | March 6, 2019

(My sister and I are at a decent, upscale bar, drinking and relaxing. It is around 10 pm and she is talking with another guy and I’m listening to their conversation.)

Sister: “So where are you from?”

Guy: “[Nearby City].”

Sister: “And what do you do?”

Guy: “I’m in sales…”

(Behind her, I see a bunch of middle aged people dressed in skimpy clothing, talking loudly. I think nothing of it and then one woman TAKES OFF HER TOP, showing her bare breasts, and two men jump on her and begin intercourse! I nearly spit my drink out in shock.)

Me: “What the–”

Sister: “What’s wrong?”

Me: *tells her what’s happening behind her*

(She turns around, surveys the scene of the woman moaning and the men groaning, and her reaction is the same as mine. The guy pipes up.)

Guy: “Oh yeah, it’s swingers’ night tonight.”

Us: “S-swingers’ night?!?!”

Guy: “Yeah. They have it every Wednesday.” *stares at them*

(Needless to say, we were shocked by their behavior and when my sister inquired to the bartender, she shrugged and smiled. We were out of there! My sister has been to many more bars than I around the area, and she’s never seen anything like it!)

That Whiskey Turned Very Sour

, , , , , , | Working | February 28, 2019

(I go to a bar around 7:00 pm during happy hour.)

Me: “What drink specials do you have for happy hour, and what time does it end?”

Bartender #1: “All well mixed-drinks are $5, as well as select beers. Happy hour runs until 8:00 pm.”

Me: “Okay, I’ll get a whiskey soda, please.”

(A minute later the bartender comes back, places a whiskey sour in front of me, and is gone before I can say anything. I like whiskey sours and don’t want to make a big deal, considering its an easy mistake, so I decide not to try and wave her back over. About thirty minutes later I go back for another drink. My original bartender seems to have ended her shift and two new ones have taken over. Despite not being very busy, it takes almost twenty minutes for one of them to come by and take my order, with only a few minutes remaining in happy hour. I make sure to enunciate more clearly while ordering and get my correct drink this time. I decide to have one last drink before going home about forty minutes after that. I get the same bartender [#2] who made my previous drink and again make sure to enunciate when ordering. Somehow he comes back with another whiskey sour, but this time I ask him to remake it, and I even apologize for not speaking more clearly. Finally, as I am about to leave, I go to close out my tab and I encounter [Bartender #3]. While he is closing me out I take a pen out of my pocket to sign my check — this comes up later. When he gets back to me, I notice that my bill is higher than it’s supposed to be. I ask for an itemized receipt to find that I was charged $8 for each drink, despite the first two being under happy hour, and I let the bartender know this.)

Bartender #3: “Those are Jack Daniels; that isn’t discounted under happy hour.”

Me: “I didn’t order Jack Daniels.”

Bartender #3: “Yeah, you did. I remember you specifically asking me for Jack Daniels in each drink.”

Me: “That’s funny, because I didn’t order a single drink from you. That guy—“ *[Bartender #2]* “—made my last two, and the woman working here earlier made my first.

Bartender #3: “Oh, um. We’ll get this taken care of for you.”

(He spends the about fifteen minutes with another employee I assume is a manager at the register trying to figure everything out. I’m playing with my phone while I’m waiting and twirling my pen between my fingers when suddenly the pen is grabbed right out of my hand by [Bartender #2].)

Bartender #2: “I need to borrow this, mate.”

(He is at the other side of the bar before I can say anything or even totally realize what just happened. Eventually, [Bartender #3] comes back with the other employee.)

Other Employee: “So… we need a manager to adjust the price.”

Me: *wondering why they haven’t gotten a manager yet after all this time* “All right.”

Other Employee: “Can’t you just sign this check and we can assure you we’ll adjust it before its charged?”

Me: “Absolutely not.”

Bartender #3: “How about I make you another drink to even it out?”

Me: “No, I’m leaving right now.”

Bartender #3: “We can give you a free one the next time you’re here.”

Me: “I definitely have no intention of coming back here.”

Other Employee: “I’ll get the manager to fix the check.”

([Bartender #2] is hanging around nearby.)

Me: “Can I at least get my pen back while I’m waiting?”

Bartender #3: “What pen?”

Me: *pointing to [Bartender #2]* “The one he took out of my hand a few minutes ago.”

Bartender #2: “It’s just a pen, mate. Is it really that big of a deal?”

Me: “It belongs to me, and I’d like it back. So, yeah.”

(He took the pen out of his pocket and handed it back to me. Around this time the manager came out. He was very apologetic about the entire thing and offered to give me the price difference in cash as the fastest option. I agreed and signed the check. When he came back with the cash, he also handed me a very large glass of straight whiskey as an apology, which I ended up leaving with my friends who remained at the bar.)

Something To Make Your Eyes Water

, , , , , , | Working | February 24, 2019

(I was raised in a conservative Christian family and am fairly new to drinking.)

Me: *to the bartender* “What would you recommend for someone who doesn’t like the taste of alcohol?”

Bartender: “Water.”

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