This happened at the bar ...
Jared (the bartender) heard me talking about how I don't like bourbon but these two drinks looked good. As I was talking shit, he calmly made one of those drinks and pushed it towards me. Just try it... mean time, I had not only been talking shit but got the name of the drink wrong, I called it Caged Heart (not Caged Heat).
I loved it. It was hot, particularly at the end. And so it was the perfect flavor and a sipping cocktail.
Gorgeous and tasty.
Jared, then, also intuited what drink to make for my friend, C.
Thyme Fizz, also delicious. They were very different drinks, and mine fit me perfectly and the other was perfect for C.
The good drinks and good food just kept coming from Jared.
Somehow we got to telling stories.
Then C. and I decided to talk about the folks at the bar. There was this "couple" that we couldn't figure out. He: older, maybe fifties, sort of non-descript hair, clothes, no wedding ring. She: young, maybe mid twenties, red hair, red nail polish, really red lipstick, I can't remember what she was wearing, but I noted that she had no jewelry on.
C. asked Jared if he knew what the deal was… C. and I were between dad/daughter and date. Jared thought date, not first date, but working through exactly what the relationship was/would be.
The threesome on the corner of the bar left just after we had a discussion about one of them not caring for leftovers. He was adamant.
C. and I speculated about some others around the bar … we were at least three drinks in, each.
Then a young man sat next to C. and was using his iPad to look for tires for his bike. C. bonded with him over this and he was heartily entertained by our running commentary with Jared.
I don't think we exactly won him over, but he was definitely amused.
Sitting at the bar is so entertaining. I am not sure why I don't do it more often.
And the drinks were really good, too… as was the cornbread/pound cake!