TICTH people who order cocktails in pubs. There’s a special corner for those who do so when there’s only one person working behind the bar.
Seems to me that the appropriate consignee in this situation is management, who made the decision to stock the ingredients necessary to make cocktails and offer them for sale without ensuring that there would be adequate staffing to handle the preparation of what they offer for sale.
It's a British tradition that pubs have weird and wonderful bottles behind the bar but no-one ever orders anything involving them.
They're probably green and blue water. The one with the funny white stuff in it is quite likely filled with PVA.
TICTH people who order cocktails in pubs. There’s a special corner for those who do so when there’s only one person working behind the bar.
Seems to me that the appropriate consignee in this situation is management, who made the decision to stock the ingredients necessary to make cocktails and offer them for sale without ensuring that there would be adequate staffing to handle the preparation of what they offer for sale.
It's a British tradition that pubs have weird and wonderful bottles behind the bar but no-one ever orders anything involving them.
They're probably green and blue water. The one with the funny white stuff in it is quite likely filled with PVA.
They're ornamental, like the jar of picked eggs.
If people are ordering cocktails and bartenders are making them, then the pub clearly has more than just decorative bottles filled with colored water and PVA behind the bar; it has the ingredients necessary for those cocktails.
TICTH people who order cocktails in pubs. There’s a special corner for those who do so when there’s only one person working behind the bar.
Seems to me that the appropriate consignee in this situation is management, who made the decision to stock the ingredients necessary to make cocktails and offer them for sale without ensuring that there would be adequate staffing to handle the preparation of what they offer for sale.
It's a British tradition that pubs have weird and wonderful bottles behind the bar but no-one ever orders anything involving them.
They're probably green and blue water. The one with the funny white stuff in it is quite likely filled with PVA.
They're ornamental, like the jar of picked eggs.
If people are ordering cocktails and bartenders are making them, then the pub clearly has more than just decorative bottles filled with colored water and PVA behind the bar; it has the ingredients necessary for those cocktails.
Yes, but the convention is that one never orders them. It's just not the done thing.
You may be missing my dry humour about the coloured water and PVA.
Also annoying: people in self-service cafes, where the menu is clearly displayed in large script and cakes etc are under glass, who get to the counter and only then discuss their choices with their friends and family.
TICTH people who order cocktails in pubs. There’s a special corner for those who do so when there’s only one person working behind the bar.
Seems to me that the appropriate consignee in this situation is management, who made the decision to stock the ingredients necessary to make cocktails and offer them for sale without ensuring that there would be adequate staffing to handle the preparation of what they offer for sale.
It's a British tradition that pubs have weird and wonderful bottles behind the bar but no-one ever orders anything involving them.
They're probably green and blue water. The one with the funny white stuff in it is quite likely filled with PVA.
They're ornamental, like the jar of picked eggs.
If people are ordering cocktails and bartenders are making them, then the pub clearly has more than just decorative bottles filled with colored water and PVA behind the bar; it has the ingredients necessary for those cocktails.
Yes, but the convention is that one never orders them. It's just not the done thing.
You may be missing my dry humour about the coloured water and PVA.
Yes, I’m afraid I failed to pick up on the humor.
So the convention is that no one ever orders cocktails because it isn’t done, but proprietors continue to offer them for sale? Seems to me like that’s a convention just waiting to be challenged, a not-done thing just waiting to be done.
FWIW, though, I can hear my mother saying “It simply isn’t done.”
I order cocktails in pubs - most people don’t have a full suite of cocktail ingredients in their house, so there are limited places where you are going to be able to get them.
I also order cocktails in pubs; I like a bit of variety in my life and have plenty of beer at home (though my husband makes a lovely espresso martini).
It's probably worth mentioning at this point that I never drink cocktails anyway. They all seem to taste either of cheap Aldi gin or just of fruit juice.
Being an American, I've never been to a real pub. But being someone who hates beer and ale with a passion, if I were in one, I would most likely order a cocktail.
I’ve almost never seen a cocktail bar in real life.
I used to hang out in the Oxford ones (yes, plural, for there was more than one) a lot when I was younger. It never occurred to me before I read this thread that anybody would order a cocktail in a pub, and I wouldn't be sure the bar person would know how to make them either.
When younger a friend and I decided we were going to work our way along the row of bottles-that-nobody-ever-asks for behind the bar, in one of our favourite cocktail bars. It was quite an interesting experiment.
"Where did we stop last time?"
"Think it was that one. Have we had that one?"
"Don't think so. Let's give it a go. Barman, could we have a couple of glasses of whatever that is please?"
"This one? Sure. You know, you're the first people to ask for that since 1968."
A few weeks later they closed for renovation and when we came back, they'd cleared out all the interesting old bottles and replaced them with boring mainstream stuff like varieties of gin and vodka. It had been fun while it lasted, though I'm still not sure whether I liked Atholl Brose or not.
When I worked in a pub* there were a few cocktails that were ordered: screwdriver, white lady, bloody Mary, but nothing more complicated than that. It didn’t take longer to make them up than it did to draw a pint of Guinness.
When I worked in a pub* there were a few cocktails that were ordered: screwdriver, white lady, bloody Mary, but nothing more complicated than that. It didn’t take longer to make them up than it did to draw a pint of Guinness.
*Nearly 50 years ago
I honestly can't envisage going into a pub and asking for a Brandy Alexander, for which you need cognac, creme de cacao, cream and a sprinkling of nutmeg, and getting an instant, cheerful reply of "Of course, coming up right now." Even if I had the nerve to expect a pub to do cocktails, brandy is so much out of fashion now that it doesn't even feature on most drinks menus any more.
I've had the dessert version (aka Cranachan) - there used to be a very good Scottish restaurant near us in West London.
Didn't much like it though!
Cranachan is my default pudding if I'm entertaining at New Year. It's delicious: put some slightly-sweetened raspberries (or mixed berries if you don't mind being rather inauthentic) in the base of a glass dish, followed by cream that's been whipped to stiff peaks with a little sugar, then mixed with a few tablespoons of Drambuie (don't put this in at the start or the cream will never thicken). Lightly toast some pinhead oatmeal in a dry frying pan, allow it to cool and mix with brown sugar, sprinkle this over the top of the cream and decorate with spare berries.
Myself, for not buying a mouse for my laptop sooner. I always meant to get around to it, but yesterday I took my computer for a check up because Freecycle had been hacked and I wasn't sure what to do. The techie had some mice for sale (are the actually mice or mouses?) and I bought one that's a dusky pink - because he didn't have purple. I love how much easier it makes things. I never have felt really comfortable with the finger pad thingy (note the careful use of correct technical terms, for anyone in any doubt, yes, Uncle Pete was ri)ght - I am a technopeasant)
Not a fan of touchpads either. I can use one for a short period but if I need to do actual work then a mouse is required. Though I should replace my mouse as the right click registers as a left click or not at all about 50% of the time.
There must be a mouse bug going round - the one I have for my laptop is beginning to do odd things like not dragging properly. I have no idea how old it is - it was a spare my sister gave me when I bought the laptop.
I'm another who could never get on with the finger pad thingy.
The Post Office. My son has a friend and her toddler son (his Godson) visiting. I posted a parcel to him on Monday, first class, and it hasn't arrived yet. My postal receipt says "Delivery aim: next day."
In the absence of grandchildren, I had a lovely time putting together that parcel for my son's Godson - a wee outfit, a book, two toys, some chocolate - and if doesn't arrive on or before Tuesday, I won't get photos of him in the wee outfit, or playing with the toys. They live abroad, so it wouldn't be worth the cost of posting it on.
My son lives 150 miles away, and the parcel has been in transit for 5 days, so it is travelling at a speed of 30 mpd or less.
TICTH people who order cocktails in pubs. There’s a special corner for those who do so when there’s only one person working behind the bar.
Seems to me that the appropriate consignee in this situation is management, who made the decision to stock the ingredients necessary to make cocktails and offer them for sale without ensuring that there would be adequate staffing to handle the preparation of what they offer for sale.
It's a British tradition that pubs have weird and wonderful bottles behind the bar but no-one ever orders anything involving them.
They're probably green and blue water. The one with the funny white stuff in it is quite likely filled with PVA.
They're ornamental, like the jar of picked eggs.
If people are ordering cocktails and bartenders are making them, then the pub clearly has more than just decorative bottles filled with colored water and PVA behind the bar; it has the ingredients necessary for those cocktails.
Yes, but the convention is that one never orders them. It's just not the done thing.
You may be missing my dry humour about the coloured water and PVA.
Yes, I’m afraid I failed to pick up on the humor.
So the convention is that no one ever orders cocktails because it isn’t done, but proprietors continue to offer them for sale? Seems to me like that’s a convention just waiting to be challenged, a not-done thing just waiting to be done.
FWIW, though, I can hear my mother saying “It simply isn’t done.”
It's much the same here. All those bottles with brightly coloured liquid in them usually stay on the shelves for years - even decades. No idea why they're there, perhaps something to do with the licence - bottles in yellow and green allow you to have a bottle of Scotch on show beside them, that sort of thing (btw - please don't ask me what the liquids are, this is plain straightforward guessing.
I can think of at least three pubs I've visited - one in Scotland, the other two here in Kent - where the array of odd bottles behind the bar consisted almost entirely of various brands (is that the right word?) of single malt whisky...
The Choir Pub in Fredericton was known for its whiskies/whiskeys, and had at least 600 different ones. Not all different brands - there were at least a dozen iterations of Highland Park alone!
The Post Office. My son has a friend and her toddler son (his Godson) visiting. I posted a parcel to him on Monday, first class, and it hasn't arrived yet ...
That's appalling bad luck; I've just had the opposite experience. I ordered some music from the RSCM online shop yesterday morning, and it arrived* this afternoon.
* Well - two of the pieces I ordered arrived, but the absence of the third was because they were out of stock, and couldn't be blamed on the Post Office.
I can think of at least three pubs I've visited - one in Scotland, the other two here in Kent - where the array of odd bottles behind the bar consisted almost entirely of various brands (is that the right word?) of single malt whisky...
It would be more usual to say just Single Malts because they are the products of individual distilleries, so therefore singular. Brands would be blended stuff like Grant's or Johnnie Walker or - my favourite name (no idea what it actually tastes like) - Hankey Bannister.
Someone on another forum has posted a picture of a kitten they've just rescued because some bastard abandoned it on a rubbish dump.
Every few weeks another report seems to surface in the news: kittens found in cardboard box, kittens found in bin bag, kitten found on conveyor belt at recycling depot, abandoned kitten found on train...
If you don't want an animal just leave it with a sanctuary. That's what they're for.
The kitten is adorable, sweet, shy and sad. She does at least now have a home where she'll be looked after properly and cared for until a decent permanent owner can be found.
Airport security at Newark, New Jersey... Have they really never seen an urn of ashes, properly packaged, labelled and identified, before? Did they not get the training that explains how to handle them every day at a busy airport? Did they really have to make my brother-in-law wait while they subjected his mother's urn to every conceivable test short of opening it and tipping it out?
That's appalling, ST. When I brought David's ashes to Scotland, I had quite the opposite experience. They were in the wooden casket the undertakers had given me, which was in a velvet bag, and I was carrying the whole thing in a small (carry-on size) bag. The undertakers had advised me not to let it out of my sight, and when I got to Security at Fredericton (and again at Toronto), when I explained what was in the bag, they couldn't have been nicer.
Ashes are much heavier than you might expect; by the time I got to Edinburgh, I swear the poor chap had put on weight ...
So sorry your experience was so different from mine.
Someone on another forum has posted a picture of a kitten they've just rescued because some bastard abandoned it on a rubbish dump.
Every few weeks another report seems to surface in the news: kittens found in cardboard box, kittens found in bin bag, kitten found on conveyor belt at recycling depot, abandoned kitten found on train...
If you don't want an animal just leave it with a sanctuary. That's what they're for.
The kitten is adorable, sweet, shy and sad. She does at least now have a home where she'll be looked after properly and cared for until a decent permanent owner can be found.
Our rubbish dump is home to a large colony of semi-feral cats. You'll go to throw something on the heap and three heads will pop up next to each other and turn in unison. I think they make a reasonable living off the rats.
People with aggressive dogs, who do not train and control them. My dog on her leash was attacked today. Thankfully she is okay, and the owner of the other off-leash dog was bitten trying to pull his dog off mine. Can not say I am sorry for her sore hand.
Commuting. It sucks festering mongoose balls. Particularly when the bus services, of dubious reliability at the best of times, are further stuffed up by jams en route that were probably caused by someone unable to drive down a straight piece of road without colliding with someone else. Of course this happens the day we have a big presentation to the company grande fromages.
The Post Office. My son has a friend and her toddler son (his Godson) visiting. I posted a parcel to him on Monday, first class, and it hasn't arrived yet. My postal receipt says "Delivery aim: next day."
In the absence of grandchildren, I had a lovely time putting together that parcel for my son's Godson - a wee outfit, a book, two toys, some chocolate - and if doesn't arrive on or before Tuesday, I won't get photos of him in the wee outfit, or playing with the toys. They live abroad, so it wouldn't be worth the cost of posting it on.
My son lives 150 miles away, and the parcel has been in transit for 5 days, so it is travelling at a speed of 30 mpd or less.
Posted Monday 18 Sept, first class, arrived yesterday afternoon. It took 8 days to travel 150 miles. At least it arrived before my son's Godson and his mother headed home, but only just. They left at 8am this morning, and the whole point of the parcel was to be useful during their stay. Meh.
The Post Office. My son has a friend and her toddler son (his Godson) visiting. I posted a parcel to him on Monday, first class, and it hasn't arrived yet. My postal receipt says "Delivery aim: next day."
In the absence of grandchildren, I had a lovely time putting together that parcel for my son's Godson - a wee outfit, a book, two toys, some chocolate - and if doesn't arrive on or before Tuesday, I won't get photos of him in the wee outfit, or playing with the toys. They live abroad, so it wouldn't be worth the cost of posting it on.
My son lives 150 miles away, and the parcel has been in transit for 5 days, so it is travelling at a speed of 30 mpd or less.
Posted Monday 18 Sept, first class, arrived yesterday afternoon. It took 8 days to travel 150 miles. At least it arrived before my son's Godson and his mother headed home, but only just. They left at 8am this morning, and the whole point of the parcel was to be useful during their stay. Meh.
Eight days? EIGHT DAYS??! I dream of post only taking eight days. We’ve had no post for nearly three weeks now. This includes a magazine I have on subscription, overdue birthday cards and an important letter from the hospital regarding upcoming surgery.
I posted something 1st class on Tuesday night and a friend messaged me the next morning to say it had arrived. I was stunned: hadn't expected it to arrive before October; and her birthday card, posted in May, still hasn't turned up.
Not quite as quick as that, but a tin of Paint ordered via eBay, and posted yesterday, arrived in Arkland around midday today...
I use eBay quite a lot (my positive feedback score as a buyer - I don't do selling - is over 1100!), and I don't think there have been more than a handful of items which have been held up in the post. The sellers use various couriers, of course, not just Royal Mail.
I've discovered the joys of having things delivered to the office instead of the flat; after a particularly duff experience with Evri, a colleague said I should have things delivered there. I ordered a pair of shoes at the weekend (from the same company with the duff experience, and also being delivered by Evri), and they arrived yesterday.
I would love to have stuff delivered or redirected to my workplace, but it's not allowed. (Which I do understand, but...)
So, for Royal Mail, I currently have a choice
of trying to get to the PO delivery office with incredibly restrictive hours - there are precisely 2 hours available a week if you work a standard 5 day week. It's either a 50 minutes walk, or a two-bus journey which is two long sides of the triangle which is also about 50 minutes.
or redelivery to the local sub-Post Office with grouchy workers who last time asked me why I was never home to receive parcels.
or give up regular Saturday mornings for a Post Person redelivery
Yes, that used to be very handy pre-Covid before we switched to home working.
Though I remember walking into the post room and seeing someone had actually had a double mattress delivered, and wondering how they were going to get that home.
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It's a British tradition that pubs have weird and wonderful bottles behind the bar but no-one ever orders anything involving them.
They're probably green and blue water. The one with the funny white stuff in it is quite likely filled with PVA.
They're ornamental, like the jar of picked eggs.
Yes, but the convention is that one never orders them. It's just not the done thing.
You may be missing my dry humour about the coloured water and PVA.
So the convention is that no one ever orders cocktails because it isn’t done, but proprietors continue to offer them for sale? Seems to me like that’s a convention just waiting to be challenged, a not-done thing just waiting to be done.
FWIW, though, I can hear my mother saying “It simply isn’t done.”
ITTWACW!!
Funny thing is I drink beer in pubs precisely because there is no home available equivalent to a properly kept cask ale.
I used to hang out in the Oxford ones (yes, plural, for there was more than one) a lot when I was younger. It never occurred to me before I read this thread that anybody would order a cocktail in a pub, and I wouldn't be sure the bar person would know how to make them either.
When younger a friend and I decided we were going to work our way along the row of bottles-that-nobody-ever-asks for behind the bar, in one of our favourite cocktail bars. It was quite an interesting experiment.
"Where did we stop last time?"
"Think it was that one. Have we had that one?"
"Don't think so. Let's give it a go. Barman, could we have a couple of glasses of whatever that is please?"
"This one? Sure. You know, you're the first people to ask for that since 1968."
A few weeks later they closed for renovation and when we came back, they'd cleared out all the interesting old bottles and replaced them with boring mainstream stuff like varieties of gin and vodka. It had been fun while it lasted, though I'm still not sure whether I liked Atholl Brose or not.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Atholl_brose
I can see why you're unsure...
Ah! The PVA!
*Nearly 50 years ago
🤣🤣
Didn't much like it though!
I honestly can't envisage going into a pub and asking for a Brandy Alexander, for which you need cognac, creme de cacao, cream and a sprinkling of nutmeg, and getting an instant, cheerful reply of "Of course, coming up right now." Even if I had the nerve to expect a pub to do cocktails, brandy is so much out of fashion now that it doesn't even feature on most drinks menus any more.
And as for a Blue Lagoon, forget it.
(Don’t have any lemonade for the Blue Lagoon, though)
Cranachan is my default pudding if I'm entertaining at New Year. It's delicious: put some slightly-sweetened raspberries (or mixed berries if you don't mind being rather inauthentic) in the base of a glass dish, followed by cream that's been whipped to stiff peaks with a little sugar, then mixed with a few tablespoons of Drambuie (don't put this in at the start or the cream will never thicken). Lightly toast some pinhead oatmeal in a dry frying pan, allow it to cool and mix with brown sugar, sprinkle this over the top of the cream and decorate with spare berries.
Makes you wonder if there is a Mickeysota too.
I'm another who could never get on with the finger pad thingy.
In the absence of grandchildren, I had a lovely time putting together that parcel for my son's Godson - a wee outfit, a book, two toys, some chocolate - and if doesn't arrive on or before Tuesday, I won't get photos of him in the wee outfit, or playing with the toys. They live abroad, so it wouldn't be worth the cost of posting it on.
My son lives 150 miles away, and the parcel has been in transit for 5 days, so it is travelling at a speed of 30 mpd or less.
It's much the same here. All those bottles with brightly coloured liquid in them usually stay on the shelves for years - even decades. No idea why they're there, perhaps something to do with the licence - bottles in yellow and green allow you to have a bottle of Scotch on show beside them, that sort of thing (btw - please don't ask me what the liquids are, this is plain straightforward guessing.
That's appalling bad luck; I've just had the opposite experience. I ordered some music from the RSCM online shop yesterday morning, and it arrived* this afternoon.
* Well - two of the pieces I ordered arrived, but the absence of the third was because they were out of stock, and couldn't be blamed on the Post Office.
It would be more usual to say just Single Malts because they are the products of individual distilleries, so therefore singular. Brands would be blended stuff like Grant's or Johnnie Walker or - my favourite name (no idea what it actually tastes like) - Hankey Bannister.
Every few weeks another report seems to surface in the news: kittens found in cardboard box, kittens found in bin bag, kitten found on conveyor belt at recycling depot, abandoned kitten found on train...
If you don't want an animal just leave it with a sanctuary. That's what they're for.
The kitten is adorable, sweet, shy and sad. She does at least now have a home where she'll be looked after properly and cared for until a decent permanent owner can be found.
Ashes are much heavier than you might expect; by the time I got to Edinburgh, I swear the poor chap had put on weight ...
So sorry your experience was so different from mine.
Our rubbish dump is home to a large colony of semi-feral cats. You'll go to throw something on the heap and three heads will pop up next to each other and turn in unison. I think they make a reasonable living off the rats.
Posted Monday 18 Sept, first class, arrived yesterday afternoon. It took 8 days to travel 150 miles. At least it arrived before my son's Godson and his mother headed home, but only just. They left at 8am this morning, and the whole point of the parcel was to be useful during their stay. Meh.
Eight days? EIGHT DAYS??! I dream of post only taking eight days. We’ve had no post for nearly three weeks now. This includes a magazine I have on subscription, overdue birthday cards and an important letter from the hospital regarding upcoming surgery.
I use eBay quite a lot (my positive feedback score as a buyer - I don't do selling - is over 1100!), and I don't think there have been more than a handful of items which have been held up in the post. The sellers use various couriers, of course, not just Royal Mail.
So, for Royal Mail, I currently have a choice
Though I remember walking into the post room and seeing someone had actually had a double mattress delivered, and wondering how they were going to get that home.