| I don't get it |
saturday, june 28, 2008 04:29 am |
Tonight started as a good night. When I got home I put a NY Strip steak on the ol' George Foreman grill, along with some asparagus. Drink of choice? Duvel. Oh yeah .. I felt like a new man afterwards. But it was barely 11pm and I'd only been awake for 10 hours. So, I go to the local BJ's Brewhouse ...
This one bartender that was working there tonight is fucking clueless. And I hoped she would not take my order, but she did. I order a pint of witbier. Pretty good, refreshing drink. I'm finished after fifteen minutes and my glass is empty for the world to see. Bartender is talking to some gay waiter guy who only minutes before was singing along to some Justin Timberlake song (It embarrasses me to even know at least one Justin Timberlake song). Normally, I'm a low-key patient guy when it comes to restaurant service, but I seriously wanted to throw this empty glass at both of them. But then I'd be thrown out, the cops called on me, arrested for assault, and my life would be ruined. So I'm left staring at the menu and miscellaneous beer information laminates laying around. Fuck, man, I was turning into an angry drunk right there.
Finally she gets my order for a Piranha Pale Ale. It's a really underrated beer on beeradvocate and the whole 'beer blogosphere' (yes there exists one, Virginia). I have a feeling I'm the only one in McAllen that drinks their hoppy or seasonal draught beers. The final nail in the coffin was when she wouldn't take a coupon I had for a free appetizer. Now, you do have to buy a main entree to get the free appetizer, but I've used this coupon before with different bartenders and they said it was cool. Not this chick. Is a plate of french fries really gonna put a dent on the place? I tipped her a buck afterwards. I don't think I'll ever be going over there again.
|
|