"Hit me up with a lemon squirt mangotini on the rocks with extra Cointreau and some asparagus". was just one of the things that was yelled at me yesterday during my first day as a bartender. I'm really cool so I already knew exactly what this was, I just didnt know where the asparagus was. Everyone knows that asparagus has to be kept at exactly 39.8 degrees Celsius if its to add flavor to a lemon squirt mangotini. It was NOT. This asparagus was sitting sadly, at a 39.4 degrees Celsius. I had to improvise.
I started juggling limes to distract the patron, but this wasn't too his liking . He pulled out pineapples and started juggling them. I knew I had been beat. So I decided to do a back flip. As soon as I did a back flip the rest of the people at the bar clapped, but I couldn't please George, the man with the mustache who so gallantly ordered the Lemon squirt Martini. I was done for. It was all my fault. My first day at the bar, a failure, and all because of asparagus....
Not really.
I mostly just run drinks actually, but I totally wish this is what did happen.
I started juggling limes to distract the patron, but this wasn't too his liking . He pulled out pineapples and started juggling them. I knew I had been beat. So I decided to do a back flip. As soon as I did a back flip the rest of the people at the bar clapped, but I couldn't please George, the man with the mustache who so gallantly ordered the Lemon squirt Martini. I was done for. It was all my fault. My first day at the bar, a failure, and all because of asparagus....
Not really.
I mostly just run drinks actually, but I totally wish this is what did happen.
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