Sunday, November 12, 2006

In the family bar stories about big shots

Sometimes we like to play that my father doesn't know anything about the business. He actually knows considerably more than he lets on. That is one reason why we have done well. Or that is the reason we let him think. This works out well, for he lets me think I know what I am doing and that is why we are doing well.

My father, Patrick, has bartended before. And relatively recently too. It is in my family. Both sides. My grandfather,Charlie, my father's father, bartended for a time that was not recent at all. My great grandfather was in alcohol production and distribution during a time it was criminalized on a Federal level. My great grandfather, Tom Murray, would bottle beer in his basement and go get a nip at the fraternal club around the corner every night.

My father worked at high end restaurant as a bartender about ten or so years ago. He probably was in the business for about two or three years. He also briefly worked at Pablo's Martini Bar back in the day. That was also amusing. This is a story my father told me back when he was bartending.

One night as my father was working at the fancy restaurant a big time sports team owner came in to eat. Now my father worked at what was mostly a service bar which meant he only occasionally directly served customers. He made the drinks for the entire house.

The big time sports team owner was new to town at the time. My father had received the order for a martini. The owner of the restaurant had taught my father to not even bother to add vermouth to martinis.

The bossman told my dad regarding the martini, "If they want the booze, just give them the booze."

And a martini is essentially just that. Booze in a glass. Sometimes with ice, or straight up in a funny tall glass. The recipes for the martini call for splashes of dry vermouth, but if you want a really dry martini, you don't add vermouth.

My father made up the order for the dry martini exactly the way he was instructed. Straight booze, no vermouth.

The server took the cocktail to the table.

A few minutes later the server comes back with a complaint.

"The martini isn't dry enough. She wants a really dry martini."

My father knew what was up. He took a new martini glass and poured the old martini into the new martini glass. He gave it a fresh garnish. The server looked shocked.

"Take it to her now and see what she says."

The server took it back to the table.

The waiter came back. "'Perfect.' She said it was 'Perfect.'"

4 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

As an outsider, this sounds a heck of a lot like a story about courtship. Nice analogy (whether intended or not).

4:50 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I love Georgia Frontiere.

4:31 PM  
Blogger Steven Fitzpatrick Smith said...

It took me a day, but that is really funny Anonymous #1.

But it is a true story. No analogy intended. Feel free to ask my father if you see him around. Funny. I think you might lose my father on that analogy comparison.

8:15 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Always glad to amuse.

9:40 PM  

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