As an aside, our family lives from meal to meal. As in, we eat breakfast and are already planning what's for lunch and dinner. We really don't think about much else. Therefore, the majority of our conversation was about his meals for the day, and specifically his dinner that evening. He told me that he was a given a rude look after the waiter asked him what wine he wanted, and he said red. I guess the waiter snootily asked him what type of red wine. At this point in the storytelling, I couldn't help but think of the Texas Pints story because you see, this type of answer from PDub isn't a one time thing. It's happened before...
Back when we lived in Texas, my fellow beerknurds and I enjoyed going to the Flying Saucer for a few brews. This downtown bar has over 200 beers and the best pretzels! Anyway, we would usually start off by ordering the Fire Sale, and on this particular day, any Texas pint was the special, meaning any beer brewed in Texas. We each went around the table ordering a specific pint, and this ended with PDub ordering: "I'll have a Texas pints, please." Of course, the conversation came to a halt, and we, including the waitress, looked at PDub in confusion, when really he was the one confused. Unlike the waiter in France, the Texan waitress smiled and politely asked which one. He proceeded to tell her, "The fire sale...the Texas pints." She finally rolled off a list he could choose from, clarifying for my PDub that Texas pints includes several different beers.
We still bring up the Texas Pints story from time to time and laugh about it. Living with PDub is never boring!
Oh how I miss you...
At the Flying Saucer...
If this wasn't the reaction to PDub, it should have been....
