Last night, after taping for Strombo, I went out for a couple of drinks with my sister and my Dad. Followed by dinner at The Keg, including a couple bottles of wine, and then of course a few whiskies at a pub.
Drinking with family can go one of two ways. It can be a horrible night where everyone ends up yelling and screaming at each other. OR it can be a hilarious night where everyone just laughs the entire time. Last night was no exception.
I had a couple of beers first, downtown at a bar with the fam. The beer was warm, and let me tell you: Don’t ever put ice in beer. That was my sister’s genius decision. Shock Top beer does not taste good when it’s watered down. If I wanted watered down beer, I’d go to America. HA! OH MAN I CAN’T BELIEVE I SAID THAT! Anyway, since most bars only serve bangers and mash, or some generic burger, we went to The Keg.
It was a really nice one too. Sometimes, a restaurant just feels like a restaurant. But The Keg was great. The service was great, the food was great, the atmosphere was great. We went so my Dad could get a Prime Rib roast. As soon as our server came to our table, one of the first things she said was, “I should mention, we’re out of Prime Rib roast.”
My Dad had been craving it all night. Luckily, they were preparing another, but it wouldn’t be ready for another 45 minutes. We were in no hurry and got apps and wine, then more wine. And then our food came. No pun intended, because it was orgasmic. Fresh, prime rib roast, so succulent it would make a vegetarian’s mouth water. We finished our meals, and then finished our wine.
Our care-free saunter down the road to a pub for one last stop was freezing. This “polar vortex” as they’re calling it, is not very fun. Finally, we arrived after our grueling five minute walk that seems longer than having to watch any episode of The Kardashians. I ordered a whiskey sour, it sounded good. Until I received my drink and it was just a “sour.” It was a horrible drink, but much to my delight the bartender was more than happy to give me a whiskey on the rocks instead.
And do you know why? Because I was very polite about it. Too often, people yell or scream at a server and expect something for free. If you yell your way to free food at restaurants, please come over so I can kick you in the face wearing golf cleats. It’s amazing how much further along you get by being nice. The bartender may have somehow forgotten to put liquour in the drink. It happens! Or, perhaps she just followed a recipe they’re given, and the drink is just garbage. Either way, I just politely mentioned that the drink wasn’t quite what I was expecting, and this divey bar, which could easily just say, “Well you ordered it,” just exchanged my drink. So much better than yelling at somebody over something trivial, don’t you agree?
I’d like to tell you everything we spoke about last night, but then this blog would be 48 pages long. Give or take. So when you go out, be nice to people. It’ll make everyone’s night better.