paulthenurse
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So I was dropping off a few beers for a competition at a guys house about 1/2 hour away from my house yesterday and I passed a fairly well known local brew pub/restraunt. I decide to stop in for lunch after I've delivered the beer. I walk in and there is only one other person in there, it's 11:00 am and the lunch crowd hadn't started yet.
I ask the bartender what's on tap and he says' Here's a list," hands me a menu and walks away.
OK, I can understand that, he probably gets asked that 500 times a day. OTOH, he's a bartender in a brew pub and it's not exactly busy.
So after 5 minutes (!) when he comes back I ask him "How's the Pale Ale?"
He say's, "Not bad."
I think to myself "Thanks a lot, I was expecting you to tell me it sucked." So he pours me a PA and again disappears. After 5 minutes he comes back and takes my oder for a burger and without asking pours me another PA. I tell him I didn't want another PA, I had notice that they had a Kolsch chalked on the blackboard that I hadn't noticed earlier and I wanted that.
So he kind of mumbles under his breath and pours me a Kolsch in a pint glass and walks away again. After a while he comes back with my burger and asks how the Kolsch is. I tell him it's fine but ask him why they serve a Kilsch in a pint glass? He asks "What do you mean?"
I explain that Kolsch should be served in a small glass holding about 6 ounces, called a Stang. They had the glasses there, I saw them. And dip**** says that it's too much of a pain in the ass to serve a bunch of small glasses of beer.
By this point I was pretty disgusted with this buttwad so I asked him why he worked in a brewpub since he obviously didn't give a **** about what he was serving. And he say's "Hey, I just pour it."
I finished my burger and for only the second time in my life I left without leaving a tip. I considered talking to the manager on my way out but just didn't want to waste anymore of my time. I'd heard that the restraunt was living on it's past reputation, and that this one in Framingham was no where near as good as the original one in Harvard Square.
Man, that sort of thing really pisses me off. If all you want to do is slop BMC into glasses don't get a job pouring craft beer in a brewpub. I can't stand people who take no pride in their work. How much would I love to be 25 years old and working in a brewpub? And this waste of protoplasm doesn't give a crap.
OK. End of rant. I'm better now after a good nights sleep and spewing the venom out here. Thank you.
PTN
I ask the bartender what's on tap and he says' Here's a list," hands me a menu and walks away.
OK, I can understand that, he probably gets asked that 500 times a day. OTOH, he's a bartender in a brew pub and it's not exactly busy.
So after 5 minutes (!) when he comes back I ask him "How's the Pale Ale?"
He say's, "Not bad."
I think to myself "Thanks a lot, I was expecting you to tell me it sucked." So he pours me a PA and again disappears. After 5 minutes he comes back and takes my oder for a burger and without asking pours me another PA. I tell him I didn't want another PA, I had notice that they had a Kolsch chalked on the blackboard that I hadn't noticed earlier and I wanted that.
So he kind of mumbles under his breath and pours me a Kolsch in a pint glass and walks away again. After a while he comes back with my burger and asks how the Kolsch is. I tell him it's fine but ask him why they serve a Kilsch in a pint glass? He asks "What do you mean?"
I explain that Kolsch should be served in a small glass holding about 6 ounces, called a Stang. They had the glasses there, I saw them. And dip**** says that it's too much of a pain in the ass to serve a bunch of small glasses of beer.
By this point I was pretty disgusted with this buttwad so I asked him why he worked in a brewpub since he obviously didn't give a **** about what he was serving. And he say's "Hey, I just pour it."
I finished my burger and for only the second time in my life I left without leaving a tip. I considered talking to the manager on my way out but just didn't want to waste anymore of my time. I'd heard that the restraunt was living on it's past reputation, and that this one in Framingham was no where near as good as the original one in Harvard Square.
Man, that sort of thing really pisses me off. If all you want to do is slop BMC into glasses don't get a job pouring craft beer in a brewpub. I can't stand people who take no pride in their work. How much would I love to be 25 years old and working in a brewpub? And this waste of protoplasm doesn't give a crap.
OK. End of rant. I'm better now after a good nights sleep and spewing the venom out here. Thank you.
PTN