They’ve got to remember a bazillion (estimated) recipe combinations
I botched my first non-wristband drink of the night by using soda instead of tonic, and it happened to be for a regular. So that was a good omen. The Fifty/50 has a lengthy list of specialty cocktails, and I was dreading the moment someone would order something with more ingredients than the two I’d already proved I couldn’t deal with.
Naturally, a friend of mine decided to test me by ordering a Tom Collins. Now I’ve had plenty of Tom Collins in my day, but never once have I stopped to think exactly what was in it, or how much, or whether the plural was actually Tom Collinses. All I knew was it involved gin, citrus, and something bubbly. Helpless, I asked my buddy to Google it – on his flip phone, no less.
As I learned to make an ancient, foundational cocktail from a relatively old phone, the barback Angel cracked up in the corner. Thanks man! At least my deodorant was supporting me.
Brittanni looked over after the fact and rattled off the ingredients, as well as those in two-dozen other drinks she thought people might order that night. I was able to remember about zero percent of what she said.