Waiting In Vegas

Let me start off by saying that our wine glasses are small and unstemmed. This is because we do not offer a large selection of wines – we just have a few types of what most would consider table wine.  The wine doesn’t come from a box or anything it just isn’t high end and we don’t have much of a selection. Because of this we use small, stemless wine glasses. Often wine snobs complain about our glasses because they are too fucking snobby to realize that when drinking shitty table wine a proper wine glass (with a stem) isn’t necessary. The stem’s main function is to keep fingerprints off of the glass and to allow you to place your fingers somewhere that will not transfer the warmth of your fingers to the wine. The shape of each glass is basically the same – allowing the wine to breathe an equal amount. Even with this fact, a lot of people still complain that their low quality wine is served in a nontraditional wine glass. Some even refuse to drink the wine and send it back.

This evening an older couple came in. Both of them ordered some white wine, with a side of ice. When I bring the wine to the table they both glare at me and the woman says “What is this?” When I told her it was her wine, she asked “Why isn’t it in a wine glass?” I explained that our glasses are table wine glasses and that they are stemless. She angrily glared at me and said “I can’t drink that, get me a regular wine glass.” When I told her we didn’t have any she just gave me a death stare. Fucking snobby bitch. After a few seconds I said “I can take the wine back and get you something else if you prefer.” She said “Let me think about it.” After taking her order I told her to let me know if she wanted something else to drink and made it clear that if she drank a good amount of the wine she would have to pay for it.  A few minutes later I was standing in the wait station recapping the story for a co-worker, as the wine snob walks up.  She says “Get me a parfait glass.” I said “I’m not sure what a parfait glass is, the only glasses in here are for milkshakes.” I held up a milkshake glass and she said “That will work much better.” She took the glass back to her table, filled it with the ice I brought earlier, and poured her wine in. Here is a picture of the type of milkshake glasses we use. Just imagine it filled with ice and white wine.

Classy, fucking wine snob.

Every single person working walked by to peek at her – we all had a good laugh at her expense.