.....you wouldn't have spent that year in college?
God I love Lewis Black.
They asked him on the radio what his favorite insult was, and he said..."FuckStick" without even thinking.
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If it wasn't for my horse....
Or the story of a customer breaking RW's brain.
So yesterday was football Sunday. Eagles played the late game. Parrot Heads were in town. We got our BUTTS kicked. We were completely slammed all day; it was fun, but the other server downstairs and I were running like crazy for 12 hours (him) and 14 hours (me).
Really, they weren't that bad. The customers were pretty understanding that we were busy and they had to wait a bit for drinks and food. But about 9:30, one of my bartenders comes back and goes "Okay, I need to make someone else's head hurt as much as mine..."
She says that someone sent back their gator bites. Which are listed as "gator bites" on our menu. And very specifically says that it is bite sized bits of fried gator tail (tastes a lot like chicken, actually. Just a chewier). Why did he send them back?
Cause he thought they were going to be jalapeno poppers.
Yeah, as soon as she said that, my brain just kind of stopped and went "Huh-wha?" and then spent twenty minutes trying to figure it out. Why? Why would he think that? Really?
As my bartender says -- "Cause when I want jalapeno poppers I always order something else and assume they'll just come out."
(anyone who gets the title of this post gets mondo cookies)
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