I’m talking about eating a box of takeaway chicken and chips. Then handling glasses without washing hands.
None of which you mentioned previously. Indeed, when I asked previously you just said "food". So if you want to play the smart arse game dont expect a lot of engagement or empathy in return.
I’m talking about eating a box of takeaway chicken and chips. Then handling glasses without washing hands.
Again, if your mate bought you a pint and was eating fried chicken and chips and then carried your drink over to you would you be ok with that?
*there is a part of learning the trade where you don’t touch the top part of the glass for hygiene reasons.
There is a difference between staff and friends. One is paid to, amongst other things, keep a hygienic workplace the other isn’t. Even so I’m not sure I’d be that happy if a friend did that. I wouldn’t end a friendship for that but I’d think twice about letting a bartender serve me again if I saw that.
I’m talking about eating a box of takeaway chicken and chips. Then handling glasses without washing hands.
Again, if your mate bought you a pint and was eating fried chicken and chips and then carried your drink over to you would you be ok with that?
*there is a part of learning the trade where you don’t touch the top part of the glass for hygiene reasons.
There is a difference between staff and friends. One is paid to, amongst other things, keep a hygienic workplace the other isn’t. Even so I’m not sure I’d be that happy if a friend did that. I wouldn’t end a friendship for that but I’d think twice about letting a bartender serve me again if I saw that.
I’m talking about eating a box of takeaway chicken and chips. Then handling glasses without washing hands.
Again, if your mate bought you a pint and was eating fried chicken and chips and then carried your drink over to you would you be ok with that?
*there is a part of learning the trade where you don’t touch the top part of the glass for hygiene reasons.
What about inside the glass ?
I was in the Greenwich Social Club a few years back & ordered a pint, the barmaid was about to start pouring & I noticed (can't remember how) that the glass was dirty, so I said excuse me that glass is dirty. So she held it up to the light saw the dirty mark & stuck her hand in & started rubbing her fingers on the the dirt while I looked on. Once she had finished she started pouring the pint so I asked her what was she doing & of course she said "I'm pouring your pint" I was happy to play along so I said but you've had your hand in my glass to which she replied yes well I was cleaning it for you !!! so I said most people would have washed the glass. So she said Well what do you want me to do ? A pint in a clean glass please. So she got a glass, inspected it & said this ones clean So picked up the dirty glass & was about to pour what was in there into the clean glass. No !!! I said getting a bit pissed off, you've had your hand in there. I only touched the glass there was no beer in there she said. Eventually I got my fresh pint in a clean glass but I'm sure if there was a thread somewhere for the most awkward customer I would be on that list.
Bloke I know who runs a fishing lake, always got dirty hands and them biten down finger nails; he insists on rinsing your tea bag with his fingers, so I'd always have a coffee, but then he usually hands you the mug by holding it around the rim. I alway try and see where the biggest expance untouched bit of china is, and memorise the area, to limit as much his finger / my lip interaction as possible.
Lower north at half time yesterday and one of the servers standing behind a till decided it was time for his coffee break and stopped serving, just standing there having a drink. Fcking unbelievable
attitude on 2 of them yesterday a pie a pint and a packet of crisps charged me 24.65 I pointed out this is wrong and she kissed her teeth at me - silly cow.
Bloke I know who runs a fishing lake, always got dirty hands and them biten down finger nails; he insists on rinsing your tea bag with his fingers, so I'd always have a coffee, but then he usually hands you the mug by holding it around the rim. I alway try and see where the biggest expance untouched bit of china is, and memorise the area, to limit as much his finger / my lip interaction as possible.
I worked once or twice with a bloke in the Reading patch and he was known as either "pig" or "flakey". Pig i could understand as he ate like one, he would inhale a full English and leave a huge amount in this big bushy beard he had, he was also a full patch member of a Hells Angels chapter, this is only relevant to give you a flavour of his appearance. The flakey nickname was because he has terrible skin, like Goldmember and when he would make a brew onsite he would hand it to you with his thumb in the liquid. The routine would be for that lazy bastard to make everyone a brew while we were setting up site and hand them round, proud as punch and one by one we would routinely thank him and lob the soupy brew complete with skin flakes into a hedge when he returned to his vehicle to spend half an hour cleaning up from boiling a kettle over a propane camping stove.
Bloke I know who runs a fishing lake, always got dirty hands and them biten down finger nails; he insists on rinsing your tea bag with his fingers, so I'd always have a coffee, but then he usually hands you the mug by holding it around the rim. I alway try and see where the biggest expance untouched bit of china is, and memorise the area, to limit as much his finger / my lip interaction as possible.
I worked once or twice with a bloke in the Reading patch and he was known as either "pig" or "flakey". Pig i could understand as he ate like one, he would inhale a full English and leave a huge amount in this big bushy beard he had, he was also a full patch member of a Hells Angels chapter, this is only relevant to give you a flavour of his appearance. The flakey nickname was because he has terrible skin, like Goldmember and when he would make a brew onsite he would hand it to you with his thumb in the liquid. The routine would be for that lazy bastard to make everyone a brew while we were setting up site and hand them round, proud as punch and one by one we would routinely thank him and lob the soupy brew complete with skin flakes into a hedge when he returned to his vehicle to spend half an hour cleaning up from boiling a kettle over a propane camping stove.
Bloke I worked with had the worst teeth and breath imaginable and had the habit of backwashing half of every mothfull of beer, back into the glass after every gulp.
I dropped him off at his local one Friday afternoon and he wanted me to have a quick beer and to meet his friends. So, I'm standing at the bar, while the barmaid pulls my Stella and his cider, he's not paying attention, as he's talking to other people across the bar and I watch in slow motion as he picks MY pint up and takes a good ol slurp, followed by his trademark backwash and a "Oops, sorry that's your beer there mate". I didn't ordinarily study his beer after he'd gobbled it all back, but this was obviously of particular interest to me this time, so I stared at it for about 30 odd seconds and there were, definitely, foreign bodies suspended in the amber nectar.
Luckily enough, the mobile phone had been invented, so I faked an incoming call and went outside, pouring the polluted bevvy into the curb
I worked in the OKR opposite quite a few Pubs, and being quite competitive each offered different lunch time fayre. The Rising Sun was falling behind in the "Pub Grub" stakes and decided to offer sandwiches, Ham, Cheese, Corned Beef, etc. The only trouble was the barman would take your order then walk to the "Food Preparation Area" while scratching his arse. I would decline his offer of pickle on my cheese ploughmans.
It depends upon whether the Bar staff are women and what the food is.
Clearly its fine for women to eat crisps, salad and some of the less exotic peanuts 🥜 however pickled eggs 🥚, pickled onions 🧅 and pork scratching are clearly only intended for men, with pints 🍺 and it’s against the natural order to suppose otherwise.
attitude on 2 of them yesterday a pie a pint and a packet of crisps charged me 24.65 I pointed out this is wrong and she kissed her teeth at me - silly cow.
I would have demanded to speak to the overall manager and not left my spot till they showed.
I worked in the OKR opposite quite a few Pubs, and being quite competitive each offered different lunch time fayre. The Rising Sun was falling behind in the "Pub Grub" stakes and decided to offer sandwiches, Ham, Cheese, Corned Beef, etc. The only trouble was the barman would take your order then walk to the "Food Preparation Area" while scratching his arse. I would decline his offer of pickle on my cheese ploughmans.
Reminds me of the time i was on holiday in Split. We ordered the food, I needed the loo, which was upstairs and directly opposite the kitchen - I glanced in and the chef had a fag in his mouth and some of the ash dropped off in to what he was cooking. When the food was brought to the table, I decided I wasn’t hungry anymore, but neglected to tell my mates what I had seen - until after they had finished eating.
attitude on 2 of them yesterday a pie a pint and a packet of crisps charged me 24.65 I pointed out this is wrong and she kissed her teeth at me - silly cow.
Thats ridiculous, surely they should have been grateful to you for pointing out that you had been undercharged!
Bloke I know who runs a fishing lake, always got dirty hands and them biten down finger nails; he insists on rinsing your tea bag with his fingers, so I'd always have a coffee, but then he usually hands you the mug by holding it around the rim. I alway try and see where the biggest expance untouched bit of china is, and memorise the area, to limit as much his finger / my lip interaction as possible.
attitude on 2 of them yesterday a pie a pint and a packet of crisps charged me 24.65 I pointed out this is wrong and she kissed her teeth at me - silly cow.
I would have demanded to speak to the overall manager and not left my spot till they showed.
I did get it refunded straight away, I then asked for a fork and she went we ain’t got none init
Bloke I know who runs a fishing lake, always got dirty hands and them biten down finger nails; he insists on rinsing your tea bag with his fingers, so I'd always have a coffee, but then he usually hands you the mug by holding it around the rim. I alway try and see where the biggest expance untouched bit of china is, and memorise the area, to limit as much his finger / my lip interaction as possible.
Bloke I know who runs a fishing lake, always got dirty hands and them biten down finger nails; he insists on rinsing your tea bag with his fingers, so I'd always have a coffee, but then he usually hands you the mug by holding it around the rim. I alway try and see where the biggest expance untouched bit of china is, and memorise the area, to limit as much his finger / my lip interaction as possible.
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I know, where do you get the boiling water? But surely if they’re equipped to save someone’s life they would have the means to make a pot noodle?
If the patient is projectile vomiting, i think that would work.
Even so I’m not sure I’d be that happy if a friend did that. I wouldn’t end a friendship for that but I’d think twice about letting a bartender serve me again if I saw that.
What if your bartender is also your friend?
Finally, a thread about cannibalism
I was in the Greenwich Social Club a few years back & ordered a pint, the barmaid was about to start pouring & I noticed (can't remember how) that the glass was dirty, so I said excuse me that glass is dirty. So she held it up to the light saw the dirty mark & stuck her hand in & started rubbing her fingers on the the dirt while I looked on. Once she had finished she started pouring the pint so I asked her what was she doing & of course she said "I'm pouring your pint" I was happy to play along so I said but you've had your hand in my glass to which she replied yes well I was cleaning it for you !!!
I dropped him off at his local one Friday afternoon and he wanted me to have a quick beer and to meet his friends. So, I'm standing at the bar, while the barmaid pulls my Stella and his cider, he's not paying attention, as he's talking to other people across the bar and I watch in slow motion as he picks MY pint up and takes a good ol slurp, followed by his trademark backwash and a "Oops, sorry that's your beer there mate". I didn't ordinarily study his beer after he'd gobbled it all back, but this was obviously of particular interest to me this time, so I stared at it for about 30 odd seconds and there were, definitely, foreign bodies suspended in the amber nectar.
Luckily enough, the mobile phone had been invented, so I faked an incoming call and went outside, pouring the polluted bevvy into the curb
Seen on numerous occasions.
The Rising Sun was falling behind in the "Pub Grub" stakes and decided to offer sandwiches, Ham, Cheese, Corned Beef, etc.
The only trouble was the barman would take your order then walk to the "Food Preparation Area"
while scratching his arse.
I would decline his offer of pickle on my cheese ploughmans.
It depends upon whether the Bar staff are women and what the food is.
Clearly its fine for women to eat crisps, salad and some of the less exotic peanuts 🥜 however pickled eggs 🥚, pickled onions 🧅 and pork scratching are clearly only intended for men, with pints 🍺 and it’s against the natural order to suppose otherwise.