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| - Belligerent bartender, dirty dishes and broken glassware.
Ordering my first (and only) round went smoothly. Conversely, when I noticed my mug had a chip in it, I politely asked for a replacement. The bartender, showing a great deal of condescension, acted as though this was a ridiculous request and illustrated his thoughts by pouting like a petulant child as he poured the beer from my damaged glass into a unclean replacement.
Ignoring the poor cleanliness of my second mug, as I was sensing some enmity, I continued with what I thought was proper decorum. I spared him the lesson on classical physics yet tried to explain that the glass chip may have fallen inside my beer, therefore, I would like a new draft. I also added that because I had already had a few drinks from my original, it would be perfectly acceptable for him to pour me only half a glass.
I could see that he was already precariously perched at the precipice of cantankerous conduct and possibly personally offended. Apparently, rational thought before asking for half a beer poured into a new glass (or on which to base any decision) became too much for him to handle. This is what must have sent him plummeting over the edge onto the behavior which I base my review.
With arduous focus maintaining a prison yard stare, he slammed both mugs into the sink. At the sound of broken glass I reconsidered explaining the basic principles of physics with an augmentation in decision-making to thwart his poor life choices and their repetitive cycles. However the amplified air of hostility and roll of his eyes made me confident that he now understood how we ended up in this conundrum. Explication would be redundant and conceivably harmful. I nonchalantly looked away in an effort to prevent this volatile situation from reaching critical mass.
My labors to recover the situation were rewarded with a full glass of beer crashed onto the bar where it spilled over the sides to become a half glass of beer with a wet and sticky grip.
I let it go, after all, I didn't come here with the futile notion of educating a bartender in the suitable customs and cultures of civilized society. If I ever hear anyone mention patronizing this place I'll instead recommend a trip to the great ape exhibit at the Pittsburgh Zoo. From my experience the apes at the zoo exercise a more appropriate demeanor.
After the way I was treated I'm embarrassed to have spent money here. Fortunately there are a plethora of superior alternatives within walking distance.
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