I care immensely about my job, I put a lot of thought and effort into it, particularly the wine list. It’s taken a lot of trial and error but I think I have a list which strikes a good balance between decent value, choice and one or two absolute blockbusters if you feel like splashing out. Therefore it pains me when customers insist on things like having their wine chilled to such a degree that you can’t taste a bloody thing. There’s one regular in particular who will ALWAYS say “It will be chilled won’t it? You know I like my wine chilled” with such bleating insistence that one longs to scream look, I don’t keep it in the oven for God’s sake.
Oh my but revenge was sweet tonight. Her table ordered two bottles, and I carried them over. She looked up “It is chilled isn’t it?”
“Absolutely” I replied. She reached out a hand and felt a bottle.
“Oh no” she said, “that’s not chilled at all.” I looked at the bottle she’d felt and my heart soared with joy.
“That’s because it’s red, madam.”