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ngatti

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True story:

As the wife and i sit down for lunch in a fairly high end, kinda trendy Jersey restaurant, the waiter approaches and asks if we would like a drink.

ME: "What kind of wines by the glass do you have?"

WAITER: "We have red and we have white."

ME: (biting tongue and doing a good job of not laughing) " Oh no, I mean what type of wines are you serving by the glass?"

WAITER: "Well, we have Chardonnay, Cabernet, merlot..."

ME: "Why don't you just bring me the wine list."

Really folks, you can't make this shit up! :biggrin:

Nick

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When I was a waiter, the conversation went like this:

Customer: How's the house white?

Me: It comes out of a tap.

Customer: I'll have a bottle of orvieto.

I worked at Pizzaria Uno. They actually tried to give us a class on how to properly open a bottle of wine at the table and how to pair the four wines on the menu with the pizzas. Really. I guess I shouldn't have pointed out that the place was just a glorified McDonalds and the customers would be happy if the pizzas didn't take so long to cook.

Then there was a waiter I had at a wedding: "Would you like the chardonay or the caberet?"

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Back in June I dined at the Brothers Moon in Princeton. Overall it was a good experience but we got a good laugh at the waiter, who looked to be about 18, opening a bottle of Whitestar for another table. At a glance you knew it was going to be a problem as he struggled to twist the cork out instead of twisting the bottle slowly from the bottom, when suddenly.. POP!! out pours the champagne all over the floor. I hope they had an extra bottle in the back because it was a BYOB :laugh:

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Back in June I dined at the Brothers Moon in Princeton.

Just to be more precise, do you mean Brother's Moon in Hopewell Borough?

I agree, I have had some above average food there, but the service, while polite and sincere, is very young and inexperienced.

What other places do you like in the Princeton area?

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True story:

As the wife and i sit down for lunch in a fairly high end, kinda trendy Jersey restaurant, the waiter approaches and asks if we would like a drink.

ME: "What kind of wines by the glass do you have?"

WAITER: "We have red and we have white."

ME: (biting tongue and doing a good job of not laughing) " Oh no, I mean what type of wines are you serving by the glass?"

WAITER:  "Well, we have Chardonnay, Cabernet, merlot..."

ME:  "Why don't you just bring me the wine list."

Really folks, you can't make this shit up!  :biggrin:

Nick

what is sad is that i had the same exchange three years ago at

harlequin cafe in wharton.

i finally asked for the wine list (which didn't list the by the galss wines atthe time)

selected a bottle then the waiter broguht me the wrong bottle(year and producer)

he couldn't understand why i got ticked off - go figure

Nothing is better than frying in lard.

Nothing.  Do not quote me on this.

 

Linda Ellerbee

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Then there was a waiter I had at a wedding:  "Would you like the chardonay or the caberet?"

My girlfriend is still mad at me for, many years ago, not correcting her pronounciation of chianti (shianti) before she ordered a glass... :raz:

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  • 2 weeks later...

We were in a restaurant in North Bergen last year, a "sports bar" that shares a kitchen with a fairly well-respected Italian restaurant. We had read the dinner menu, the server asked if we were ready to order, and the conversation followed thusly:

Me: "Can you tell me what the soup du jour is?"

She: (perplexed) "It's the soup of the day."

Me: "Hmm...yes...can you tell me what KIND of soup it is?"

She: (now annoyed and glaring at me) "It's the soup of the day!"

Me: (Now also perplexed) "But what KIND is it??"

She: (smoke coming out of ears) It doesn't MATTER what kind it is! It's the soup of the DAY! It's NIGHTTIME now, we don't serve it anymore!!

Me: stunned silence.

I could not marshal an argument against that kind of logic.

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