...Asking you several times to repeat a simple round. A few months ago, a conversation with some spindly, acne ridden hobbledehoy went like this:
Me: A pint of Silver King, half a Landlord and a dry white wine please.
Two minutes later....
SARH: There's your Silver King. What else was it?
Me: Half a Landlord and a dry white wine.
Two minutes later....
SARH: Here's half a Landlord. Sorry, what was the last one again?
Me:A dry white wine (whilst thinking: FFS! Our last goldfish had a better memory than you)
'And where he supped the past lived still. And where he sipped the glass brimmed full' John Barleycorn, Carol Ann Duffy.
Last week in a regular Pub I use in Finchley with no good ales on tap so I though I would have A bottle of Fullers 1845 as I could see it in the cabinet behind the bar. Barmaid comes over to serve me so I ask bottle of Fullers 1845 please. Barmaid looks confused at pumps and says sorry its not on so I say its in the cabinet over there pointing too it. Barmaid comes back and asks would you like a glass with ice in it. No thanks just a pint Glass.
Don't You just hate Pubs that say
( We don't stock any Real Ales as theres Just no call for it.)