I swear, I didn't want to say anything. I sat quietly. I watched football on the big screens. I thought about what I would order when I met my family for dinner in an hour. But the hive brain on social media told me to say something. Hell, I told me to say something (via BS, in a prior piece).
I'd been given a patently wrong beer. I was about to bring it up. Let's go to the mental video tape...
So, I'm stupid enough to visit the largest mall in the United States two weeks before Christmas on a routine errand. As I'm waiting in traffic to literally get into a parking lot so I can then prowl around like a stalker looking for a space, I realize that this is futile, and make my way to a nearby bar to kill an hour before meeting some family for dinner at one of those eat-until-you-die Brazilian steak houses (great time, but I think I prefer the cook-for-yourself fondue places).
This is a place with a big wall of chalkboard with their craft beer selections on it - probably 40-ish, total. Big wall of taps. Reclaimed wood everywhere. You know the kind of place. I order a rye IPA from a local brewery.
It arrives. I sniff and note pepper/phenol (weird...and no hops) and taste it: this is clearly not a rye IPA. Sharply sour, medium-high levels of fruit, no hops to speak of. I look at the board and find a likely culprit - a blueberry wild ale.
Thus my dilemma: do I say something? It tastes fine, I don't mind sours, and it's shift-change time on a Saturday at 5PM (so, not rammed or anything, but certainly not quiet).
Egged on by you agitators, I catch the eye of the bartender...and the fun begins.
A Descending Spiral of Nonsensical Defensiveness
I follow all of the rules I've recommended to others. Polite, courteous, apologetic, etc. No ranting or demands. Short version: "Sorry to bug you, and I'm really enjoying this beer, but I think it's different from what I ordered. Maybe there was a tap connected to the wrong keg or something? Anyways, just wanted to see if there's a sour on that [Rye IPA] tap."
Phase 1: Obstruction. "We don't give samples." OK. Well, I didn't actually ASK for a sample, and I've subsequently been told by lots of people that they DO give samples, but in any case... I respond that that's OK, I don't want a sample, they can taste it themselves.
Phase 2: Misdirection. Said bartender pulls a couple of ounces. Tastes it. Gives me one. I taste it. They're definitely different. Hell, they LOOK different. I say, "wow, yeah, not the same." Bartender says, "I think they're the same..." NOTE: She hasn't tasted mine.
Phase 3: Explanation. Our bartender is joined by another individual - a second bartender, maybe a bar manager or shift supervisor? And now it's education time. "No, you see, it tastes sour because this is a Rye IPA." I haven't yet said the words, "I'm a brewer and a beer judge," nor shall I. Don't wanna be an alehole. But it's hard. Instead, I mention that I've had Rye IPAs, and never noticed sourness. Also, there's fruit - I offer her my glass to sniff, because there's a ton of berry coming out of this thing.
Phase 4: Deflection. "Maybe it's the banana wheat..." OK, this is kinda progress because at least we're conceding that it's not Rye IPA, but if there's one beer back there I'm sure it's not, it's the banana wheat.
Phase 5: Conclusion. "In any case, you drank most of it and you've already paid, so we can't give you a refund." At this moment, my wife texts that they're at the restaurant. I assure her again I'm not asking for anything, just wanted to let her know about the issue.
It might be appropriate that I was watching the Detroit Lions have one heck of a defensive day against the Chicago Bears. Because that's what this whole encounter reeked of (other than berries and Brett): defensiveness. Why? I mean, I'm just trying to help here - shouldn't you want that?
Why am I bringing it to you all? Not sure. I don't know that I have a larger point on this one. I think I gave them every possible "out" to save face - they just didn't bite. Nor did they seem much interested in them. And this was a place that supposedly is pretty proud of its big craft beer selection.
Maybe it's a sign that even places that don't care about craft beer are serving it, which is still a win, but it also means that the "craft" part might not be getting the attention it deserves from the vendors.
In any case, I may need to reevaluate, going forward, whether it's worth mentioning stuff like this. Maybe it would have been better off as an e-mail to the management, but I don't like going over folks' heads, either, and I don't like the idea that that kind of defensiveness is hard-wired into bar staff, if indeed it is and this wasn't just a fluke.
So, just wanted to share the story. If this has happened to you, you're not alone. I'd love any suggestions anyone has for this kind of scenario, moving forward.
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