Monday, March 17, 2008
Pepper?
Today was a nice day, and a few customers decide to sit on our patio this evening.
One of my tables that wanted to sit out there was an older couple, not elderly, just older. Anyway, as I bring the table his yuengling, and the lady her wine, I starting reciting the specials as I have done a hundred other times today. Then, out of no where the man picks up the pepper shake and starts putting pepper into his beer. Thats right, THE MAN PUT PEPPER IN HIS FREAKING BEER! I was speechless.
I walk away from the table and decide to regain my composure. As I watch the man through the window, he is drinking, and enjoying his strange beverage. Curiosity got he best of me, and I had to ask this man what the hell he was doing. So I walk back out to the patio and strike up a casual conversation with the table, then I drop the bomb.
"Sir, excuse my curiosity, but is there a reason you wanted to put pepper in your beer?"
The man smiles and says, "It taste good."
I chuckle politely and decide to poke him a little more, after serving tables for several years, you can pick up when your table is not being completely honest with you.
The man then goes on to explain that when he lived in the North, he frequented a certain pizza parlor that only served dark beers. Not being a fan of dark beer, the man got a recommendation for a good one and decided to try it. After the first sip, the man spit out the beer in disgust. Then he tells me, the man who was sitting next to him at the time simply told him to put pepper in it. Having already paid for a beer he didn't like, he figured what the hell. The man finished to pepper brew, and has been using this technique ever since.
"Only in darker full bodied beers though," the man warns me.
"Yes sir," I reply, "I don't like to drink anything else anyway."
I wish St. Patty's day was more often, Irish people are nuts!
One of my tables that wanted to sit out there was an older couple, not elderly, just older. Anyway, as I bring the table his yuengling, and the lady her wine, I starting reciting the specials as I have done a hundred other times today. Then, out of no where the man picks up the pepper shake and starts putting pepper into his beer. Thats right, THE MAN PUT PEPPER IN HIS FREAKING BEER! I was speechless.
I walk away from the table and decide to regain my composure. As I watch the man through the window, he is drinking, and enjoying his strange beverage. Curiosity got he best of me, and I had to ask this man what the hell he was doing. So I walk back out to the patio and strike up a casual conversation with the table, then I drop the bomb.
"Sir, excuse my curiosity, but is there a reason you wanted to put pepper in your beer?"
The man smiles and says, "It taste good."
I chuckle politely and decide to poke him a little more, after serving tables for several years, you can pick up when your table is not being completely honest with you.
The man then goes on to explain that when he lived in the North, he frequented a certain pizza parlor that only served dark beers. Not being a fan of dark beer, the man got a recommendation for a good one and decided to try it. After the first sip, the man spit out the beer in disgust. Then he tells me, the man who was sitting next to him at the time simply told him to put pepper in it. Having already paid for a beer he didn't like, he figured what the hell. The man finished to pepper brew, and has been using this technique ever since.
"Only in darker full bodied beers though," the man warns me.
"Yes sir," I reply, "I don't like to drink anything else anyway."
I wish St. Patty's day was more often, Irish people are nuts!
Labels: beer, Irish, pepper, restaurant, serving, St. Patty
# posted by Q @ 10:19 PM 
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