Liberal DC Bartender Compares GOP Drinkers To Democrats. The Difference Is Too Good To Be True

A Washington, D.C., bartender compared Republican customers to Democratic ones, and the differences are hilarious and almost too good to be true.

Although the bartender, a Kamala Harris voter, lamented incoming Trump officials for their politics, he admitted they are better for business than Democrats. “I think my tip average from Republicans — at least ones that I or a coworker has recognized — is close to 30 percent. With Dems, I’m surprised if it’s over 20,” a bartender who has worked in various restaurants and bars throughout the city told the Washingtonian.



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of course . Why am I not surprised that conservatives, supposedly heartless, tip better than the morally superior liberals? The bartender also said that Republicans are low-maintenance compared to Democratic customers. While Republicans order a drink without frills, such as bourbon or wine, Democrats are more likely to make a special request or ask for a substitution.

As is typical, the latter group thinks the world revolves around them. (RELATED: High Number Of Liberal Men Admit What We Knew All Along) Could you imagine a persnickety, self-important liberal ordering a $20 cocktail at a swampy networking event? Shoot me now, please. “Um, hi .

Could I get a double chocolate cinnamon espresso martini? But could you substitute the chocolate with dark chocolate, and add maybe just, like, use a quarter teaspoon of cinnamon? And could you also add a splash of ethically sourced organic oat milk and go light on the liqueur? Thanks .” I understand this bartender’s (slight) frustration with liberal customers, who many, in all likelihood, never once worked in the service industry. If you work in the service industry, as a waiter or behind the bar, for any period, a week, a year, you come to appreciate people who make your life easier.

Customers who are patient, know what they want, and never nitpick, especially when it’s slammed. For a summer in college, I worked at a bakery in southern California. Given the fact the bakery was located in a ritzy enclave by the ocean, it’s safe to say the vast majority of the customers were registered Democrats.

One Saturday morning, a man fresh off his weekend cycle — he had pulled up to the restaurant in his 7,000 dollar bike and was still wearing his obscenely tight, aerodynamic spandex outfit — ordered a Croque Madame. He also ordered an extra side of potatoes, and I was happy for him. He looked less like a weekend warrior cyclist and more like a Kenyan marathon runner, so he needed the extra calories.

When I brought the food over to him not 30 minutes later, his mood soured a bit. He was giving the over-easy eggs a close inspection, really getting his nose in there. Something displeased him, I could immediately tell.

And I kid you not, the man pointed to a very specific spot on one of the eggs — no, not the whole egg, a sliver the size of a dime — and said, “This looks a little runny here and undercooked. Would you mind asking the chef to cook it a bit longer?” I had to make a conscious effort to keep my jaw from dropping. I also added a long pause before responding to subtly indicate I was indeed shocked by his unhinged neuroticism.

“Sure thing,” I said. “And make sure they didn’t cook it too long. Just have them put it on for 30 seconds, if that.

” “Okay, no problem. I’ll let them know.” It was a problem, an annoying one at that.

Tell me, sir, how do you ask the Hispanic cook who’s slammed and does not speak a lick of English to put the huevo on the grill for 30 seconds? I sure as hell have no clue. In the end, I did not ask the Hispanic cook. Not in English, and certainly not in Spanish.

I brought the plate into the kitchen, awkwardly stood in the corner for a couple of minutes, checked my phone, and took the food back to the man’s table. “Here you go!” “ Ah , fantastic. Thank you so much.

Could I also get some extra napkins?” They say the customer is always right. This is true, unless they ask you to cook a cooked egg for another 30 seconds. In that case, they’re wrong.

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