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We were at a ludicrously overpriced Miami restaurant eating at the bar, kind of a dark place, last week and my wife ordered a Manhattan. I ordered my usual G&T, a friend ordered a vodka soda, and my daughter got some juice.
It took a while, but my drink came out, and a few minutes later a drink was placed in front of my wife. It was in a pint glass, with ice and a straw. We were like, umm, wtf? My wife drinks it and makes a screwed-up face and I kind of laugh. She hands it to me for a taste, and we're about to be like, dude, bartender, do you know what a Manhattan is? I take a taste and it's really, really sweet, not at all what I was expecting, I'm wondering what it is for a split second before realizing...
...it's our daughter's cranberry juice.
10 seconds later, out comes a proper Manhattan.
I had to tell a bartender how to make a Manhattan once. One of those college girls that got hired to work the Happy Hour shift (at an otherwise decent bar) and didn't know anything that didn't have the ingredients in the name.
Fortunately she had no clue and I got a Manhattan the size of a bathtub, so that was good.
We were at a ludicrously overpriced Miami restaurant eating at the bar, kind of a dark place, last week and my wife ordered a Manhattan. I ordered my usual G&T, a friend ordered a vodka soda, and my daughter got some juice.
It took a while, but my drink came out, and a few minutes later a drink was placed in front of my wife. It was in a pint glass, with ice and a straw. We were like, umm, wtf? My wife drinks it and makes a screwed-up face and I kind of laugh. She hands it to me for a taste, and we're about to be like, dude, bartender, do you know what a Manhattan is? I take a taste and it's really, really sweet, not at all what I was expecting, I'm wondering what it is for a split second before realizing...
...it's our daughter's cranberry juice.
10 seconds later, out comes a proper Manhattan.