I hear you. I do my best to train (or educate) my patrons, to shine some
light into the depths of their ignorance. I do like Cheryl's approach and
will try to incorporate it, to prod them towards knowing what the drink is as
I seek clarification on how they want it prepared. Just like in Cheryl's
example with Margaritas I see that a lot too, once you start asking questions
most people seem to be surprised that such are the options.
Happened again tonight, had a guy order a Sweet Old-Fashioned with Knob Creek.
Now because of the tutelage of Queneau I've stopped adding a shot of soda to
my OFs, but I'm still wary because I know some people expect it. In this case
my understanding of the "Sweet" modifier is that it means substituting 7-up
for the soda water. Yet I vaguely recall one couple ordering OFs a while ago
and when they said sweet they wanted a little maraschino cherry juice added.
I asked the guy if he wanted a splash of 7-up and he confirmed that he did.
It went well, he seemed to like it and had two of them, but it is a bit
tiresome when one has to anticipate misinformation instead of just assuming
the terms are being used properly all of the time.
"I try to always specify when I want one. "T10 Martini with an olive slightly
dirty" usually. I've never even thought about being served a martini on the
rocks: that's just twisted!
Generally just asking specifics improves the drink 10% because alot of barmen
in the places I frequent are happy to see someone who gives a shit. They put
that little bit more love into it!"
Absolutely true. I do give a little extra when I get the impression that the
person asking knows what they want and will be able to appreciate a well made
drink. And I appreciate it when they know enough about what they're ordering
to be specific and allow me to make their drink immediatly without spending
valuable time on questions of clarification.
I'm a little confused at how this whole sub-thread got started though. I was
venting about customers who just ask for "a Martini" and force me to prod them
through the specifics. Not because I can't just make a Martini, but because I
don't know if this person is the Head Bartender at the Waldorf-Astoria, or if
it's some rube who has never been in a bar without sawdust on the floor
before. You didn't seem to think my exasperation was justified, but in your
last posts you seem to be agreeing with me. shrug