Sitting on a barstool… acting like an old fool… (jk)

I’m sitting here at Press Cafe after work and just taking it all in… I love to watch! I have a showing of my house at this time so I had to waste time! Why not go and have a good meal!

Behind the bar is a bartender teaching the new guy. The new guy seems confident; however knows he has to learn the new restaurant and learn their drinks and how they are poured/measured etc. I’m tickled by how many times I hear them “fix” issues with the drinks. “If it falls short from the shaker just add more ice.” Now don’t get me wrong… I’m not saying they are chincy on the drinks… just noting the “tricks of the trade.”

So I ordered my drink, with adjustments, that were down perfectly… I take in my surroundings…. I see a wire line that runs along an open air kitchen counter. The organizational freak in me wants to know, “how does this work?” “How do the orders get out timely?” “Who’s in charge?” The lady in the black with the headband or the gentleman in the Chef’s coat with an apron! “Could I improve their system?”

My seat here at the bar is right in front of the “ticket spitter.” I’m now invested! I want Roberto (the name I’ve given the trainee bartender.., yes, he’s Hispanic… Roberto is what I’m giving him). PAUSE….

For all those that think that was profiling, consider this… his TRAINER is a man-bun, bike-riding millennial that I’ve named Kyle!

Back to Roberto… as these tickets spit out I’m desperate for Roberto to see them. Come on Roberto, see the tickets, pull it off the machine, start making the drink, impress Kyle!

I find myself coughing a little more than normal… trying to draw attention to me… nonetheless, Roberto does not do it… he doesn’t grab the tickets, he doesn’t impress Kyle.

I’m still rooting for him… come on Roberto! Grab the ticket!!

Now, it would only be fair to judge/critique (let’s be honest… I’m just judging) they have completly forgotten about me… my plate was left here empty forever and I sucked the fluid in the bottom of my glass more often than I should (making that annoying “kid sucking the bottom of the milk from the carton sound”)…. but Roberto to the rescue… he asked if he could remove my plate and asked me if I wanted another drink. Good for you Roberto!

This is not to criticize Kyle… we know how hard it is to do your job AND train in the mean time… no judgement Kyle!

BUT… ask me… do you want to desert… do you want an entree? Ask me???

Poor guy… resting b-face waitress keeps walking up with this very judgementl attitude! She even tasted his drink just to publicly judge him. I wanted to scream from my seat… “be nice lady, he can be your best ally or your worst nightmare!” BE NICE!

But since I’m here at Press Cafe, let me tell you about this charcuterie and cheese board! Yummapalooza… SO GOOD! Try it out, it’s worth it! (Pictured above)

By the way… I was wrong… Roberto was named Nathan!

Note: be nice to your co-workers; they will take you far

Lesson: Listen to the sucking milk!