It seems we’ve all been there – the not so glorious Service Bar. It can get stupid busy with that horrific, little printer spitting out dupe after dupe, piling onto the floor. It’s nightmare-inducing at times. The whole while, you’re (a) hounded by half a dozen retarded servers and (b) doing your best to juggle your main bar duties – if you don’t have a dedicated service bar minion. Have you ever had to make a drink twice because servers haven’t spiked their dupes? Don’t you want to “reach out and touch someone” in a violent fashion when the same server repeatedly rips the dupes off the printer, causing you not to see drinks need to be made?
I’m not going to continue to describe the various states of server befuckery we’ve all endured at the service bar. Why? Because my fellow barkeep Caveman nailed it. I mean, he nailed it dead-ass. So head on over to TalesFromABar and read the article yourself. You can relive your worst evenings dealing with the likes of The Greedy Bitch, The Garnish Enthusiast, The Magician and the most common type of cocktail server idiot, The Caller. Well done sir Caveman.