Thursday, January 31, 2008

They Have Pickles

You haven't seen Ms. Mon in action until you've seen her harassing wait staff over condiments. The consummate barista at one of my favorite waterholes artfully deflected her incessant grilling. She wrote it up:

Me: "Do you have sweet pickles?"
Server: "No."
Me: "You know, those bread and butter

Server: "Ah, no."
Me: "Do you have any pickles?"
Server: "No, sorry, we don't have any."
Me: "Do you have anything pickled?"
Server: "Well, we have [my brain tuned this part out
because I didn't hear the word pickle]."

Me: "OK. Do you have any Heinz products?"
Server: "We have ketchup."

(She forgot to insert howls of laughter emanating from moi. Ledcat was trying to kick her under the table, but didn't wear her dress Doc Martens with the fancy toe extensions.)

I was at Hoi Polloi today and can confirm that they now have pickles. I hate pickles, by the way, so I was completely on the side of the barista.


  1. I am flattered that you will never look at a pickle again without thinking of me.

    If I could, I'd totally marry a pickle. (I'm sure Freud would have something interesting to say about that. But since I'm a woman, I wouldn't let him get a word in edgewise. The same goes for his pickle.)

    And I can honestly say, when it comes to pickles, size doesn't matter -- it's all how they're "packed."

    Anyway -- excellent! I have even more reason to stop by again.

  2. I told Daniel he was getting primo blog space as a result of his barista duties. He didn't seem impressed, but he was glad to know you were happy about the pickles.

    Everyone should stop by Hoi Polloi.