Wifey and I start the show at 10 am. Hmmmmm, Vodka.
Worst Bloody Mary story ever:
I was visiting Montreal with wifey, my brother, and his girlfriend, and we saw a really great brunch place called Egg-tastic, or Egg-cellent or some such nonsense. Oh, Eggspectations:
http://english.montrealplus.ca/profile/520739/?cr_index=1We agreed to go there on Sunday morning. Sure enough, we arrive, and the line is out the door at 11 am. A pack of Canadian Frog glitterati are in front of us with a party of 14 or so, Prada'ed up to their foreheads with their Fendi bags and damn near perfect hair - oui oui mon cheri, carrying on in their bastard French and generally regarding us with suspicion, if not outright disdain. Whatever, yo.
So we finally get seated, and we order from a menu of 1,001 egg dishes, really fantastic stuff and nicely done. Oh, and Miss - could we have four Bloody Mary's? The waitress winces and informs us that they are out of vodka. Out of vodka. Excusez moi, miss Nuck? Repeat: This is a place that specializes in brunch, it is 11:30 on a Sunday morning, and they are out of vodka. A greater fuck-up in the area of food-industry logistics or supply chain management generally speaking I cannot imagine. We could try it with gin, she meekly frogs out. It was at about this point that my brother's girlfriend's head exploded - a grisly scene, to say the least. Well done, you friggin' Nucks!