Friday, June 25, 2010
I've Been Wanting to Write this for Days ...
While we didn't take the cruise to Alaska that Amy has been talking about for years, we had a great 25th wedding anniversary. The day was this last Tuesday, the 22nd, but, we, really, started celebrating shortly after I got off work on Sunday.
We head to a little bar and grill near our house, Fire Creek. A nice little place that we have enjoyed, regularly, ever since we moved here. We hadn't been in a while, and decided to go eat there.
I walked in, ordered beers we would like, and found us a table.
(The following is integral to the story.)
I ordered Amy an amber ale by a local brewery named "Mac and Jack's". Now, normally, when we go out around here, I order her the amber ale made by the Alaska Brewery. It's a fairly clear ale about the color of red brick. Mac and Jack's amber is unfiltered. So, in the glass, it is cloudy, not clear, but about the same color and taste as the Alaskan beer of the same style.
Anyway, ... I sit down at our table. Amy is out in the truck, still. A young man is seated, by himself, at the table closest to us. (I find out later that he is a young Sergeant in a Recon Platoon for one of Fort Lewis's Ranger Battalions.) He and I do the "guy thing" for this situation, you know, make eye contact and nod, without smiling, and I start reading the menu, which has changed since the last time we were in.
After I have been there for a while, Amy comes in. She looks at the menu for a second, then picks up her beer. She looks at it briefly, tips it slightly, and starts to ask me what is in her glass, because it is not what I, normally, order for her.
Well, she tips it a bit too far for the amount of beer in the glass, and pours some of it onto her menu.
Without even thinking, the following words come out of my mouth: "The top of the glass is open."
The young man across the way guffaws, and grabs his beer glass. Amy and I find out later that he ended up spitting part of his "chaw" into the glass, he is laughing so hard.
The best part is that he ended up drinking part of that beer to slow down the belly laugh from my comment.
He came over to the table later to introduce himself, and relate that story. Even though he was there to see his girlfriend (one of the waitresses), that episode was the most entertaining part of his evening, apparently. And our "banter", as an old married couple, was more entertaining than visiting with his girlfriend.
We head to a little bar and grill near our house, Fire Creek. A nice little place that we have enjoyed, regularly, ever since we moved here. We hadn't been in a while, and decided to go eat there.
I walked in, ordered beers we would like, and found us a table.
(The following is integral to the story.)
I ordered Amy an amber ale by a local brewery named "Mac and Jack's". Now, normally, when we go out around here, I order her the amber ale made by the Alaska Brewery. It's a fairly clear ale about the color of red brick. Mac and Jack's amber is unfiltered. So, in the glass, it is cloudy, not clear, but about the same color and taste as the Alaskan beer of the same style.
Anyway, ... I sit down at our table. Amy is out in the truck, still. A young man is seated, by himself, at the table closest to us. (I find out later that he is a young Sergeant in a Recon Platoon for one of Fort Lewis's Ranger Battalions.) He and I do the "guy thing" for this situation, you know, make eye contact and nod, without smiling, and I start reading the menu, which has changed since the last time we were in.
After I have been there for a while, Amy comes in. She looks at the menu for a second, then picks up her beer. She looks at it briefly, tips it slightly, and starts to ask me what is in her glass, because it is not what I, normally, order for her.
Well, she tips it a bit too far for the amount of beer in the glass, and pours some of it onto her menu.
Without even thinking, the following words come out of my mouth: "The top of the glass is open."
The young man across the way guffaws, and grabs his beer glass. Amy and I find out later that he ended up spitting part of his "chaw" into the glass, he is laughing so hard.
The best part is that he ended up drinking part of that beer to slow down the belly laugh from my comment.
He came over to the table later to introduce himself, and relate that story. Even though he was there to see his girlfriend (one of the waitresses), that episode was the most entertaining part of his evening, apparently. And our "banter", as an old married couple, was more entertaining than visiting with his girlfriend.
Labels: Alaska Brewery, beer, Fire Creek, Mac and Jack's Brewery, wedding anniversary
