OMG...at Eastern Promise a few weeks ago. Asked the bartender what scotches they carried. She loked at my confused. Scotch...ummm WHISKY...Ahh, whisky, okay. She pointed out a section the rack and said "all our whiskies are right here"..hmmm..i looked and was disappointed to only see only run-of-the mill blended scotches. I looked around and on the other side of the display shelves was Glenfiddich. "What about that one? What is that?" "Oh thats Glenfiddich." "and thats a whisky, isnt is?" i played with her. "So no other whiskies?" "nope." Then, down off the shelf near the register was a bottle of Jameson (Irish Whiskey). "What about that bottle?" asked again. "You want Jameson?" "Yeah, Jameson IRISH WHISKEY" i said slowly as i pointed at the words in the label. Ok...so i took the Jameson (i was tired of glenfiddich).

But my fun had just begun. I ordered a scotch double on the rocks. Upon taking my glass from the bartender, I had to look closely to see if there was indeed any scotch in glass whatsoever. I handed the glass back to her and said there is no way this is a double. She then pulled out her jigger and explained that the small side was a single and the big side was a double. Hmmmm... I insisted that she was wrong and told her that the small side (the pony shot side) was no more than 1 ounce, while the big side was 1.5 ounces. Actually, I think the pony side of this jigger may actually have been only .75 ounces! One pour of the big side is a SINGLE (1.5oz), two pours is a double (3oz). And this is only if the bar is being strict in its pours. But the bartender insisted on her measurement and said this is how they have always done it. Nice, thats impressive quality control. So I said fuck it, laughed at her, and threw down my cash (120,000, or maybe 160,000?). I took my 1.5oz 'double' to the pool room, for the last time. My girlfriends Midori Sour was really weak too, prob same thing happening there. How the fuck does that happen? Another great example of service staff who never eat, drink, try, or have any clue about the products they are serving (e.g. no product knowledge). EP spends too much time on the weekly newsletter and not enough time training THE BASICS. THE BASICS. If heading to EP, stick to bottled beer, cant mess that up. But I wont be going back.

It was rather interesting as I recall

Right twat features, I couldn't give a fuck about your "bar review" if that is what the tosh was supposed to be, another limpy lionel moaning about the measures, why not picking on something constructive like the state of the front shit house? No, whine about the size of the measures, and you didn't even check to see how big they should be. A sweeping comment that you'll never go back there again, so the guy cannot even put the situation right.

As for pick the gauntlet up, you'll be able to do that when you are laying on the floor next to it.
When the Captain comes around it will be three weeks before you do. You want to make threats, better make sure you don't have your ambitions mixed up with your capabilities like the lanky streek of piss moaning about having to pay a silvery 10,000 to sit down, and then getting slung out of the bog by a dwarf.

Was the bit about you being a galonka munching polak right then?

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I wish to heaven you fellows would stop re-posting deleted crap. It is most vulgar and quite unbecoming.

Honestly, what kind of fucktard posts something and then deletes it?