Went to see some live jazz last night, which was pretty good. The issue was this monstrosity of a cocktail they served me. How is the waitress going to watch me order this drink off of the cocktail menu, tell me it’s an excellent choice, and NOT warn me that it’s going to be served inside of a massive ceramic fucking parrot? Typically I’m fully content to unabashedly order a fruity drink; cosmos, peach schnapps, coconut rum, a little purple flower garnish on top - you name it, I’ll get it. Totally shameless. You’re going to judge me? That’s fine, enjoy your piss-flavored Negroni. But this is where I draw the line. I do not want to pay 22 bucks to drink out of a side character from the movie “Rio”. The patrons at the tables near us didn’t even try to suppress their giggles as this thing made it over to us. The waiter dropped it off and whispered “better drink it before it flies away!”. Do I look like some sort of clown to you? I’m paying copious amounts of money to watch a man play the saxophone and you’re serving cocktails from the poolside bar of a carnival cruise, I’m in no mood for jokes. There’s a high probability that I was captured mid-sip in an Instagram story from the girl sitting adjacent to us with the caption “only in New York 😝”. The worst part? It was downright delicious, and I had 3 of them. Would recommend.
I just hope Peter gets Lois a thoughtful gift this Christmas and not something last minute like usual. I know he loves her but she deserves something real this year