Last time I ordered a Roy Rogers, the bartender didn’t know what it was. When I told him how to make it, he said, “Oh, I learned that as a Darth Vader.” The same drink is called different things in different areas. That’s not so unusual as there are regional names for other things too.
So, Rigamarole, what do you call this drink: one shot of Creme de Cacoa, one shot of Kaluah, and one shot of 151? I never heard of it until I “invented” it back in 1984 or so in Monterey. I named it the “California Chocolate Milk.” There’s no doubt in my mind someone else may have come up with the same concoction and given it another name. Big whoop.
It’s just a drink and just a name. Your customer made it very clear to you what she was ordering. What do you care what terminology she uses? Giver her the drink and collect your tip. Everyone’s happy.
Quite likely. I have a low tolerance for stupidity and equating calling the drink a Tiger Woods with calling a Black person a racial slur is just plain stupid.
Oh, I forgot something. I’m not sure of the spelling of the ingredients for the drink I described above. I no longer drink alcohol and so don’t particularly care about the spellings of booze’s names.
Why not just call the mess a ‘golfer’ and have done with it? Or maybe call it a ‘professional golfer’ just to distinguish it from a ‘hacker’ or a ‘duffer’. I suppose one could identify it as a ‘white professional golfer’ or a ‘black professional golfer’ or a ‘mixed parentage professional golfer’ if a more complete definition were to be required. Maybe customers could be educated to say something like, “I want some of that stuff that Tiger Woods and Arnold Palmer like to drink.” Of course, the order of the names could be reversed depending on the ethnicity/racism of the customer.
Wow. At first I just thought you were a racist son of a bitch, but now I realize that you’re just dumber than a concrete trampoline. From your original post:
And for the record, according to your own post, you knew explicitly what she wanted, because she didn’t initially order a “Tiger Woods” but instead:
All of this umbrage over a customer who let you know, exactly, unambiguously, and in a form that not even David Duke could interpret as being “reverse racism”, what it was she wanted in her beverage. Back when I worked bar and someone would come in and order a “Martini, but with those little onions instead of olives”, I gave them a Martini garnished with cocktail olives; I didn’t lecture them about how the drink is properly called a Gibson and refuse to serve it to them until they acknowledge me, or otherwise stewed over it.
In Wisconson, you have to be specific about ordering a “Manhattan with bourbon”, otherwise you’ll get it made with brandy. That’s a shock no one should have to endure.
Rigamarole, I find it awfully convenient that you chose to hop back in this thread after this “vindication” took place. What are the odds of a white server, who you happen to know eloped with a black man (the plot thickens), having to deal with someone else calling the drink a Tiger Woods just a few days after your incident? Also, if there truly is a drink called the Tiger Woods, it just adds credence to the possibility of a confused drink name.
My guess is you wanted to feel fully vindicated since you opened this thread. Since you did not get your vindication from Dopers, you looked for vindication elsewhere (whether that was in your imagination or not, I cannot say). Next time skip the middle-man and pat yourself smugly on the back whenever you feel slighted.
By the way, I have no trouble wrapping my mind around the concept of racist people taking potshots at the man through their drink orders (I am sure most understand the theoretical concept). I do have trouble, however, wrapping my mind around your response. Methinks you should stick to the less qualitative posts.
Lute, I absolutely understand where you’re coming from, and I’m familiar with the situation you’re describing. I just didn’t think that the same scenario was applicable here. Plus his recent posts don’t really reek of “letting it go”, in my opinion. Thanks for the explanations though.
actually, I was reminded of the scene in EdTV where Woody Harrelson (Ed’s brother) dragged an old girlfriend in front of the cameras to say that he “wasn’t that bad at sex, I mean I’ve definately had worse” and he walks off w/fist in the air shouting “Vindicated”
Hi, the proof is not that he said it’s because Arnold Palmer is retired. That was his BS excuse to this server who is fairly hot-tempered to begin with. The proof was that she felt the same way, that he was obviously saying it to make the drink more “black”.
OK, my mistake on the wording. But hey, it’s the Pit after all. Regardless, I never really was that upset - it just bugged me enough that I wanted to bring some attention to it, and this was a place for me to do that.
I was surprised too. Honestly, I didn’t post because I was expecting it to help my case here any (and if you just plain don’t believe me, I don’t give a shit. You don’t have to). But it was too much of a coincidence not to at least come back and mention it.
Since tone is not easily conveyed in type, I should stress the fact that when she relayed his response of “Well, Arnold Palmer is retired” to me she did it with heavy sacrasm, and she was pretty pissed, obviously feeling that this was an excuse and he was really just trying to make the drink “blacker”.
So the other server, who appears to share your penchant for leaping tall buildings to arrive at her own preconceived opinion, “felt” that her customer was doing it to emphasize racism, as well, even though we have no more evidence from past visits that this patron actually has racist opinions and even though he explicitly said that the reason he used a specific name was that the namesake of the other drink had retired?
I am impressed, (although probably not in a way that would make you feel better).
Honestly, I didn’t post because I was expecting it to help my case here any (and if you just plain don’t believe me, I don’t give a shit. You don’t have to). But it was too much of a coincidence not to at least come back and mention it.