So yesterday I decided I’d been good (god knows why I decided that, but I can be somewhat arbitrary at times) and deserved a treat, and so I took myself to the local filling station, an agreeably-but-not-intimidatingly casual place named after a species of plant which did not, in fact, exist on the premises.
Unless it was hiding, and after what happened, who could blame it?
The waitress was attentive, and sweet, and barely old enough to be out that late on a school night. She asked me what I would like to drink, and I thought about what not-too-exotic-but-still-tasty items might be available in the subarctic regions and said, “Do you have Johnny Walker Black?”
She looked at me with alarm.
“Rum?” she asked.
“…Scotch,” I replied, probably just as startled as she had been. She’d apparently never heard of this exotic tipple. I might as well have asked for a Connecticut Bullfrog, Andover style.
She toddled off to whisper to the bartender. No doubt she thought it was something that was kept under the bar, in case of the po-po.
She came back smiling, and saying Yes, Yes, we have this ‘Johnny Walker Black’ stuff! or words to that effect. So I ordered a double.
And so concludes our Slice of Life in the Knife for this evening. The following I post here because it is perhaps the finest ten minutes of a bartending god as you will ever witness in your entire life, unless you buy the film The Sin of Harold Diddlebock and watch the whole thing repeatedly, as is your right. Or would be, if you hadn’t downloaded the damn thing from Bittorrent, eh?
and, for the complete opposite, here:
Did that guy actually get paid for this?
Of course, you had the Pepsi………….
I need to get out more and have some of these experiences. lol
Not if they involve Pepsi in Scotch, surely?
Hey, I know that guy! I see him in the mirror each morning.
Wonder where he spends the rest of the day.
Where in the world did you dig up the clip from “The Sin of Harold Diddlebock”? Outrageously perfect counterpoint to the “Aged Scotch” debacle. Inspires me to scream like Diddlebock, though….
I own that movie and am irrationally fond of it. Isn’t that scene fabulous?
I for one am against mixing anything with Scotch. BUT atleast she didn’t offer Diet Coke.
Well, a little ice or water never hurt anything. But yeah.
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A little reminiscence from my time up in the frozen tundra of Yellowknife. I thought it was bad in Vancouver when I had to teach the bartenders at Ceili’s what went into a Hendricks Martini. This… this is so far beyond that, there are no words. Well, there are about 500 of them. Here you go, don’t say I never did nuthin’ for ya.