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The original was posted on /r/AmItheAsshole by /u/masonmarley on 2023-09-26 12:06:57.
My spouse and I regularly go to a popular local chain restaurant. They usually take very good care of us. Last night was definitely a different story.
I always get a pour of whiskey when I go to this restaurant. It’s not top shelf but it’s not well whiskey, and it’s not cheap, either. I prefer to enjoy it neat. It came over ice. Not a few ice cubes, like the glass was pretty well full. I wasn’t going to send it back, but my spouse knows me and asked the waitress to please correct my order. She brought me back the same exact glass and pour that had been over ice, but the ice had been strained out. I knew this was the case because the glass was still cold with condensation, and the whiskey was obviously diluted.
At this point, I’m feeling irritated. The drink is very diluted and it felt super disrespectful and lazy. Even so, I was just going to drink my drink and move on. I had a terrible day at work and just wanted to enjoy my meal. Then I actually look into the glass, and there’s a fly floating in the drink.
I walk up to the bar and explain what happened to the bartender, thinking I’d get immediate shock, maybe a look of sympathetic disgust, and a brand new drink. It’s bullshit after all, right? Nope. I get so much attitude and a “well I didn’t make it” retort. I really didn’t give a shit who made it and asked for him to remake it, pointing out the insect using the drink as a swimming pool. Another gigantic dose of attitude, rolled eyes, and the response of, “well, we have a lot of fruit flies around here, so…” Gobsmacked. He made no move to grab my drink to fix it, so I very pointedly said, again, “I’d like it remade, neat, now, please”. I stood at the bar and waited for him to finish serving a few others, received my remade drink, and thanked him. Petty silence with no response back. it wasn’t a fruit fly, by the way. It was a big, plays-in-poop-and-trash, starts-life-as-a-maggot, blow fly.
I walked back to my table feeling pretty irate. It was a simple order that got messed up, had a lazy correction, and then I had an insect in my drink. Why should I be treated like a jerk? I had gassed myself up to ask the waitress to please send her manager over when she brought our food out, but he was actually running orders, and so brought our food out to us. I’ve never complained to a restaurant manager in my life so my heart was pounding as I explained what happened and asked that the drink be comped. He agreed the entire scenario was ridiculous and that the behavior of the bartender was unacceptable, comped the drink, and promised to address the employee.
I can’t help but ovethink the entire situation now…am I the asshole, or was the bartender truly in the wrong here? I feel a little bad for getting him in trouble (if he was actually spoken to) because we all have crappy days.