Winning Loser

My station was dead six top no-showed and my other tables were pretty boring. I had an old man who ordered the pork I set the plates down and turn around to grab a water pitcher when I come back he starts yelling at me.

"This plate is dumb you should tell your chef that he should let us choose between a vegetable or rice or something I don't want this."

I'm shocked ask him why he doesn't want his food and if it tastes bad he then tells me that he's mad that there are french fries on it which means the Chef put two kinds of potatoes on the plate. I look up at him and say, 'those are onion strings as a garnish'.

He loved the onions once he had put them in his mouth and thanked me for the suggestion three times.

I helped Ginger out with a wine order for her seven top. I pointed out the Mondavi I had served the night before the gentleman says 'yes, lets give it a try' the woman brushes his hand says under her breath 'Are you sure dear... she's kind of young'

Really? what the fuck? I bring the bottle over and set it on the table I know from last night that the corks are incredibly soft but the wine is just fine. She then insists that I pour tastes for three of them and they spend the next five minutes smelling it and trying to determine if it's corked or not. I finally grab a glass from the side table and pour a taste for myself. Tell them that it's actually really good and I'm glad they all ordered the beef to go along with it.

She then spends the next few minutes complimenting me on the fact that she's decided I'm not an idiot. Hmm... thanks. Thanks a lot.

Sometimes winning feels a lot like losing.

Beer class tomorrow something about showing us how beer is made and going through some general knowledge information. I don't know my beers.. the only beer I like is drinking my buddys Black and Tans at the halfway point when the harp and guiness mix together.