Scotch drinkers, neat, are straight-up my peeps
In general: you chill AF.
Draft craft beer
My dude. You’re gonna be cool and we’re pretty much already friends. Totally makes up for the $1 I make pouring these for you.
There’s probably some further breakdown since we’ve got 20 on tap, but whatever — you’re all equally sane.
4+ tastes of draft craft beer
Baby, I don’t care. Just so long as you don’t care that I float back and forth to help others while you deliberate over The Last Beer You’ll Ever Have. lol
Bottled craft beer
You know what you like and you have discerning tastes, but you’re pretty chill and more or less keep to yourself. (Like: you had no idea that shit was $22, but you also won’t throw a fit over it.)
Bottled domestic macro beer
You’re here by yourself and you’re going to hit on me. I guarantee it.
That, or you’re here with a massive group 30 minutes before closing and I’ll literally never see you, because one of your buddies will always order yours with theirs.
But more than likely, you are the former.
Draft domestic macro beer
You have not yet learned about craft beer or truly don’t give a fuck what you drink. You’ll also go years without fixing that rattling sound in your car, because you either sincerely don’t hear it or you’re just like “whatever.”
Cocktails and mixed drinks
Disclaimer: I’m a beer and scotch drinker. I like things simple, straight up, and unadulterated, so this shit just ain’t my bag, baby. But for as much as I don’t like drinking them, I like making them just fine — just don’t ask me what one tastes like, because I’ll bullshit to avoid answering: “like fuckery — it’s a cocktail.”
In general: you guys want a distraction from your everyday life (just like all drinkers do), but you like distractions within your distractions. (Yo dawg.) You never look at anything straight-on; life’s easier that way. Just make it palatable and easy to swallow.
The most popular cocktail on our signature list
It’s popular for a reason. Just like “pop” music. And you.
The most tedious cocktail(s) on our signature list
Of. Course. Of course you ordered this.
I can see it’s going to happen before it even does, because of the specific way you sweep your manicured fingertip over the menu and then beam brightly just before saying those words. (That, and that barely-discernible glint of feminine sadness behind those slightly-too-eager eyes that you give me for a little too long.)
Once I get past hand-pruning the herbs and stirring the gin so as not to bruise it and rolling the sugar rim just so with the lime, I’ll be fine. I’m just not sure I can say the same about you.
Pretty much every other cocktail on our “signature” list
Yeah yeah — fine. There they are. Here you are. You can have one.
Dirty martini with blue cheese olives
You’re going to ask me for extra olives, I already know.
What is it with the fucking blue cheese olives? People don’t get weirdly grabby with the easy shit; it’s only BC olives that makes people see “salad bar.” (Do you realize we have to make these by hand??)
You’ll also tell me there was some specific ratio that “that one bartender did once,” but you won’t actually know what it was.
Grey Goose anything
You’re going to talk on your phone at the bar and mention your “lake house” a little too loudly and multiple times, even though this is a small town and we all know where you live. Then you’ll pay with singles (“ugh, I just need to get rid of these!”) and/or not leave a tip.
Some of you are parading as Tito’s drinkers, but we all see you for what you are.
Duh. It’s like 90% of the vodka we pour.
You’re watching your weight. Good on you.
Vodka Red Bull
You’re at least one drink past when you should be done.
Vodka cranberry (or “a splash of grenadine”)
You think it’s white girls, don’t you? It’s not. They know better than to fuck with this.
The only people who drink red dye 40 are dudes, and they’re always weird AF. Like, tiny Unabomber notebook weird. Einstein hair weird. Orders a salad but only eats the croutons weird. Wearing a freshly-pressed button-down shirt at a dive bar at 10 am weird. Professional race car driver weird (and reminder: I bartend in the south.)
You’re fighting time and refuse to grow old.
Oh you fancy, huh? (But like, in a delicate way.) Real talk, we’ve got some pretty cool botanical gins and bitters you might like.
Rum and Coke
This is sugar on sugar, yo. I mean, alcohol is already sugar anyway, but rum is like sugary sugar, and then you added more fucking sugar to the mix. omg
Jack and Coke
If General Motors was a drink. You guys are salt of the earth sort and mostly chill AF.
Long Island Iced Tea
Here to get fucked up? Nah, usually just a big dude who can’t otherwise catch a buzz.
Or, yeah, crazy chick.
lol, okay sweetie. okay.
I always thought this would be the nightmare drink to have to make, especially when it’s busy, but so far I’ve only had one dude order it, and he was so chill I would’ve made more if he wanted
I think of my dad every time I make this, because it’s the only thing he really drinks (like twice a year.) And even though none of you are even remotely like him, this connotation works in your favor. It also helps that we literally don’t have a blender (for real), so your only option is to be the cooler of the two and get it on the rocks. You’re welcome.
I think you panicked and forgot where you were.
You are either actually pushing middle-aged or you’re the sort of girl who was always middle-aged at heart.
Strawberry daiquiri or some other fruity, sweet drink
You also still shop at the mall, eat at Olive Garden, and own at least a few things that have rhinestones.
I am truly amazed at how popular this drink is — I’d never heard anyone order it until I started this job, but everyone who does is pretty easy to please (and surprisingly young.) Half of them have blazers draped over the backs of their chairs — or act like they wish they did. Daddy’s clothes, drinking daddy’s drink, with daddy’s money. Make him proud.
Old Fashioned with rye
French 75, Tom Collins, Negroni or some other old-school drink
You are the most adorable 75-year old man in here — or you’re adorably 75 at heart — and even when you’re a lil tipsy you can do no wrong.
Any mixed drink with top-shelf liquor
Oh no baby, what is you doing?
Baileys, Kahlua and cream, Rumchata, chocolate martini, or anything else with cream
You totally still sleep with stuffed animals. Or real ones. Or you’re remarkably infantile in some other way. You never drink and you probably won’t even finish that one — the exception being chocolate martini, because you all but lick the glass.
Barely above the “cream” crowd — you’ve upgraded your stuffed animals to throw pillows with cutesy phrases. You order this all the time because someone recommended it once and apparently that was good enough to last you forever, because it’s still the only drink you know.
Barely above the “Amaretto Sour” girl. If you aren’t already, you two should totes get married at 24, deck out your cookie cutter apartment with her cutesy pillows and your posters, get a goldendoodle, name it “Casey” regardless of gender, and call it a day.
A drink or a shot with a stupid name
You just like saying “sex on the beach” or it was the only one you could remember, and the best you could do on such short notice.
A round of mixed shots where every shot is different
Clearly, you have never been a bartender. But you almost always tip well.
Some overly-meticulous drink order with half a dozen specific-yet-ambiguous directions
Do you wanna just come back here and make it? Damn.
I hate you — as a patron and a person. I wish you’d pick your own drink instead of making me guessing-game and live your life for you. How’s that for a surprise?
“I don’t know — something juicy!”
Why. Why are you the way you are?
“What do you recommend?”
…yet. If you aren’t gonna look at the wall or read the menu, at least put in some kind of effort. You gotta give me something to work with here, son.
So I’ll ask, “what are you into?” And from here, I get two types of people: those who want to play the game and are actually interested in having a dialogue about tastes… and those who fold because they literally wanted me to just pick something. I dig the former and despise the latter. As human beings.
“What’s your favorite cocktail to drink?”
I’m going to tell you my favorite one to make, and I’m going to emphasize “make” just so it’s clear I don’t drink them.
When you push the issue and ask me the same thing again (“no, to drink!”) I’m going to flatly answer: “scotch.” Because I don’t do cocktails. (And this is right about the time I see you realize I also wouldn’t do you.)
This is my jam. Too often bartenders just throw all of the whiskies in a bag together, but the brown-liquor drinkers are not all created equal.
They either a little badass and down with what they like, or they’re overcompensating (you may not know which you are, but I do.) But either way they are unafraid of taking shit head on.
Macallan 12 or 15
Hey, who are you to fuck with “perfection?” Especially when it goes so well with your lifestyle.
This is your first scotch in public, you’re impressing someone (or me), and you haven’t yet realized people don’t casually order this pour.
You’re equally as into nice shit and just as slightly-pretentious, but with darker secrets, more skeletons in your closet, and less mental stability than the Macallan drinker.
Any other Speyside
We get it, you like nice things. You’ve got this whole blind spot to the rest of the scotches (just like you do with cars and restaurants and everything else) because its important that you have “the best” (defined in part as “polite” and “unproblematic”) and not anything beneath it. Nobody’s gonna fight you on it — not because you’re right, but because that’s not how we live our lives.
Johnny Walker Blue
You’re not actually ordering it; you’re just going to tell me a story about that one time you did. Or you’re ordering it just to make a show of ordering it. Either way, you’ll watch for my reaction, and make double sure I know it’s an expensive pour. Home skillet, I know. There are plenty of other expensive scotches and I’ve drank some of those, too, but you don’t see me telling the world, now do you? Calm down and get out more.
Ah, son. This is my favorite whisky and odds are good it’s your favorite too (nobody orders it otherwise.) I already know you’re one chill-ass MF, and we’re about to fangirl the shit out of each other’s face over this.
And yes, when I’m like “that campfire tho!”, I am totally saying: “I’d like to campfire you.” And I know you know what I mean.
Some dude within hearshot’s always like “but what about Lagavulin??” and it’s like “what about Lagavulin?! Does the homecoming prince need a pat on the head from me too?”
Like, alright, damn. Laga-fuckin-vulin. Take your gold star and leave me be.
Any other Islay scotch
Heck yes — still solidly my peeps. You like a little complexity and you’re not afraid of marring the veneer in your life to get it.
If it’s not busy, you and I are about to talk some serious shop up in here, and odds are good you won’t even mansplain — one of us will walk away with something new.
Any other scotch
Still awesome in my book. High five.
Angel’s Envy, Eagle Rare, or pretty much 90% of all other bourbons
You also love soda. (Tell me I’m wrong.) I know this because both have primary flavor notes of “straight up syrup.” But you don’t realize this and you call it “A Man’s Drink,” which on so many levels makes Laphroaig Guy and I giggle over our glasses.
Bulleit or F.E.W.
You’re a youngish professional and either from the midwest or with distinctly midwestern values. Very low odds of douchery.
You are the American Macallan. You can appreciate (and afford) a nice steak — done medium. You’re most comfortable in a button-down, and you’re a giver.
You decide where to eat based on Yelp ratings.
Crown or Makers
You may drink other shit too, but you like to have your fall-back. The night’s just getting started, or winding down, or you just didn’t feel like fucking with anything new.
I’ve learned there’s a whole other world of Jamo drinkers after we all shot it in college. Some people never leave it — now they sip it on the rocks — and they’re night and day more laid back than you would think.
Sigh. If I set this down in a three-whiskey line-up, could you actually pick it out?
(Stop it. No you could not.)
I mean. Alright. Be that guy.
Hibiki or some other Japanese whisky
You like trying new things. I can dig it.
Literally whatever. Here.
We only have one of each type by the glass. You wanna ask me how it is? They’re all fine.
oh yeah? lol, aiight.
The only two people who drink this, drink this and only this (okay, and sometimes Bud Light) — both of them dudes, both pretty nice on the surface, both of them probably a little wiry IRL.