So you was a Sambuca special!!! Ho, Ho, ho!!!
Pooch, and the others, are still sleeping downstairs in the kitchen tonite! Till we are sure she has got over it!
When I was a (cocktail) barman I was working in such a straight joint that I never was able to sling booze down the bar. It wouldn't have made it as the bar was only about 4 feet long!
When the owners did a refurb they asked me how I wanted the bar to be. They were making a bar out of what had been a small dining room in the restaurant. So there I was, 18 and designing my own bar. So I wanted a really small bar so no one else could get in there and get in my way. I wanted a bank of glass shelves behind me uplighted with botts on them. and
everything really close to hand as basically no one ever stood at this bar, It was the bar in a very posh hotel and restaurant. No one ever went in there just for a drink.
I simply went to the party, took their drink order then ran back to the bar, mixed the drinks and then ran back to serve the drinks from a silver tray!!!
But the owners did get the bar done exactly as I wanted it. So it worked fine.
Did have a fire one night.
A lady decided to help herself to the soda syphon. So she reached across the bar and managed to put her inflammable sleeve over the candle that was there on the end of the bar. It caught fire.
Imagine a very filmy, see-through blouse with drooping seventies style sleeves, as we were, after all in the seventies. (1973)
She went up like a Roman candle!
I grabbed the soda syphon and sprayed her with it. Put the fire out quite quickly.
She decided she wanted to complain to the owners. She was half of the ownership couple of the "Hole in the wall" restaurant, very famous place in Bath. But she was well known to the owners as, although rivals they got on very well, and they simply pointed out to her that if she had asked me for the soda, it wouldn't have happened!
Then there is the story of the guy who managed to cut his scrotum on a chair.
But I'll keep that for another time!!!