Adventures Behind The Bar

I pretend I don’t hear them.

-Zawack

I picked up a bar shift for Zawack this morning and at 11:30AM I had 4 guests sitting at my bar.  Now I don’t like judging people, but I knew I didn’t want these people.  The first thing out of the one girls mouth was “I’ll take a double shot of henny.” aka hennessy. 

#1 It is 11:30 in the morning, what the hell…. #2 We don’t carry Henny.  It was almost as if I shot her child she was so upset.  So then, naturally, she asked if we carried Ciroc.  Again, we don’t.  So she finally settled on Grey Goose and after I poured it and told her it was $9.75 plus tax she had to complain about that.

The girl with her asked for double shot of GG, followed by the other people ordering… Corona with a lemon and STRAW!!! 3 more coronas bud “ice” and an appetizer. She left me $2.37 tip and then asked for applications.

So let me get this straight, you complained about the high prices and then ask me for a job, yes I will make sure your application ends up in the bathroom so I can wipe my ass with it…

Mr. E.

abritishbeard:

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4 more followers until we reach 100 . I’m so honored!

This is starting to happen more often than not, so I think I shall address it here.  If you have a couple of drinks and then all of a sudden someone wants to pick up your tab or buy you a round of drinks or what have you…. whose responsibility is it to tip?

• The person buying the drinks?
• The person who is getting free drinks?
• Both?

I am not sure if both parties are cheap or the person doing the buying is assuming that the other people are covering the tip or vice versa?  The point is there is a lot of buying going on and not a whole lot of tipping.

So what is my personal opinion?  If I am getting a free tab you bet I am going to drop AT LEAST a TEN.  Why?  Because I was going to spend at least 3 times the amount on drinks and tip.

If you think that the person covering your tab is supplying the tip, pay attention if they do or don’t.

There is nothing worse than screwing over your bartender… just saying

Mr. E.

Don’t work behind the bar of a place you don’t respect. After three years with this company I reached my limit. The amount of extra, free work I’ve done isn’t reciprocated in anyway.

The managers could care less if you get shot in the face as long as you make them money. It was ok when I was a student trying to get some extra cash, but no more. I have a interview with a great bar tomorrow. I am willing to work as a bar back if I am guaranteed to have the next bartending spot available. I stopped learning and growing there and most importantly, I stopped caring as much!

Do what makes you happy… Life is so short. Mr. E.

I had one guy who came in about a year ago and acted like we were best friends and assumed that I knew what beer to pour him. It was apparent that I didn’t know who he was so he said “I’m just gonna pretend you actually remember me” and gave me a dirty look as he left the bar and moved to a table. Apparently he had come in for the same week-long convention the year before and I poured him a few beers or whatever. The thing is, though, that I only worked Saturdays at the time so it’s not as though we spent the whole week getting to really know each other or anything. 

Things like this have happened frequently over the years so I would just like to put this out there…Please don’t ever assume I remember who you are and especially don’t ask me if I do. If you have to ask chances are I only served you once or you haven’t been in the bar in a very long time. Either way the answer is no. You’re setting me up for an awkward situation where I have to choose between a) lying or b) telling you to your face that I have no idea who you are. If I choose to tell you that I don’t remember you please don’t be offended. Rather, understand that I make 25,000-50,000 drinks a year and serve over 10,000 people. Just because you asked for two cherries in your appletini in December ‘09 does not mean you can assume you’ll automatically get two cherries today. I’m currently one of two full-time bartenders and you are one of 10,000 customers. That’s why you remember me and I don’t remember you. It’s not that you aren’t special it’s just that if I were rainman I’d be a blackjack player counting cards in Monte Carlo, not working here. 

-Zawack