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Holy hell, what a night! I rock so damned hard, and I have the cash to prove it! Lots of tips tonight.
So. After-ski. My minion has the weekend off, so I ended up working the bar alone again. I hardly had the time to open up before people began to storm the place. Panic, work, work, WORK DAMMIT, work!
The rest of the staff forgot about me, so things ran out. The coffee, hot chocolate, beer-glasses, highballs, irish coffee-glasses, whipped cream, you name it.
A gang of maybe 15-20 patrons started ordering in shot after shot after shot, and asked me to be creative about it. Okay then.
When the after-ski was over and I started stressing around to clean the place for dinner, one of the girls came up to me and handed over a decent tip and shook my hand. "Thank you for excellent service!" Hehehee, you're welcome.
Then one of the guys caught me to buy some cigarettes. "You are the best shot-mixer in the whole of northern Europe!" Que giggling-fit.
I so rock. Gonna think up some new shots for tomorrow, as they're coming back.
And so the night went on. I liked the dinner-patrons! They ordered fun stuff. Lagavulin, Bowmore, Glenmorangie, Chateau Beaulon (which is our real oldie; a 35 year old cognac. Yummy!), and more improvised drinks from yours truly. I'm starting to think I should write them down and write a book. They're received well about 95% of the time.
I'm tired, worn out and in pain. But I am in good spirits for once. Hope tomorrow will go as well as today did.
Bonus:
How to make a "Nicke" (named after a customer who emptied two bottles on his own during a week)
Fill a highball with ice.
4 cl Bacardi Apple
2 cl Absolut Ruby Red
Fill up with 2/3 ginger ale and 1/3 orange juice. Top with a dash of lime and serve with an orange-slice.
So. After-ski. My minion has the weekend off, so I ended up working the bar alone again. I hardly had the time to open up before people began to storm the place. Panic, work, work, WORK DAMMIT, work!
The rest of the staff forgot about me, so things ran out. The coffee, hot chocolate, beer-glasses, highballs, irish coffee-glasses, whipped cream, you name it.
A gang of maybe 15-20 patrons started ordering in shot after shot after shot, and asked me to be creative about it. Okay then.
When the after-ski was over and I started stressing around to clean the place for dinner, one of the girls came up to me and handed over a decent tip and shook my hand. "Thank you for excellent service!" Hehehee, you're welcome.
Then one of the guys caught me to buy some cigarettes. "You are the best shot-mixer in the whole of northern Europe!" Que giggling-fit.
I so rock. Gonna think up some new shots for tomorrow, as they're coming back.
And so the night went on. I liked the dinner-patrons! They ordered fun stuff. Lagavulin, Bowmore, Glenmorangie, Chateau Beaulon (which is our real oldie; a 35 year old cognac. Yummy!), and more improvised drinks from yours truly. I'm starting to think I should write them down and write a book. They're received well about 95% of the time.
I'm tired, worn out and in pain. But I am in good spirits for once. Hope tomorrow will go as well as today did.
Bonus:
How to make a "Nicke" (named after a customer who emptied two bottles on his own during a week)
Fill a highball with ice.
4 cl Bacardi Apple
2 cl Absolut Ruby Red
Fill up with 2/3 ginger ale and 1/3 orange juice. Top with a dash of lime and serve with an orange-slice.