Church Brew Works, redux

(This is what I get for multitasking. I got distracted and meant to click “Save” when I had to put the laptop down, but I guess I clicked “Publish”. — Ima Sosorry)

Church Brew Works is a restaurant in Pittsburgh which is located inside an old church.

I went to dinner there with Jason when I was in town last week.

The waitress came over to take our drink order.

Me: “I’ll have a Johnny Walker Black, neat.”

Her: “Neat? What’s that mean?”

Me: “Straight up, no ice.”

Her: “Oh. I guess I ought to know that, huh?” (she sort of half-shrugged and half-laughed as if to say “HA! I’m not very smart.”)

Me: “Don’t worry about it.” (truthfully I’m always amazed how many waitresses don’t know what “neat” means, but I’ve come to accept it.)

Her: “I thought you were saying you thought I was neat.”

I’m not sure what happened next, because I had a brain aneurysm and died.