We have so many different flavors of booze behind the bar, I could probably make you a different drink every day for a year. In fact, I came up with about 30 different Martini’s just off the top of my head the other day. I make up drinks for the singer all the time…actually…..I make drinks to match the color of her dress…..Silly? Perhaps, but fun.
The boss seems to think all these drink recipes have to come from some secret mysterious place, like other restaurant’s menus. He added a drink someone called Soho Good. (I think he added it because he likes the name) So he runs out and gets yet another new bottle of booze called Soho Lychee. This is some of the worst stuff ever I’ve ever had the misfortune to taste. It smells like rancid perfume, and the taste is even worse. I tried just a couple of drops of it and had to run to get a Coke to rinse the nastiness out of my mouth. I hate Scotch, but I’d rather drink that than this liquid shit in a bottle.
If anyone asks me, I will give them my true opinion of this drink, after all, it’s a reflection on me, I’m the one mixing it, it is not something I would be proud to serve. This drink should come with a warning label: “Danger! May cause serious damage to your taste buds.”
We also have more wine than we need. He keeps featuring new wines, that end up sitting on the shelf…so what does he do? Goes out gets yet another one, and tells me, “This is what all the young people are drinking.” Great. Good plan. Perhaps he should stop to notice the average age of our guests is about 50.
When I first started bartending here, he told me “I don’t know anything about the bar.” Well, he keeps proving that over and over again, on a regular basis.
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