Today Sarah drove to Cape Tribulation from Port Douglas. (And when I say 'Sarah' I'm referring to myself, Sarah.) Mostly figured she would skip lunch but when she passed a restaurant sign that said they had a crocodile special for lunch, she was in. Um, they were out of croc. So a seared tuna/nicoise salad with a southern Australian sauvignon blanc. Midway through the meal, Sarah notices a fresh, flopping fly in her sauvignon blanc. She flicks it out and briefly considers pressing ahead with that glass, but then reflects on carcasses and poo and all the other gross things flies like. Sarah signals the server. "Yes, that fly right there, it was in my wine. Can I get a fresh glass- you can just fill it up to the same level, I don't need a whole new glass." Waitress responds, "I get flies in my beer all the time, it's nothing that's going to kill you." Sarah presses ahead with, "Can I please get fresh wine."
As the waitress walks off, she turns around and asks, "Do you want a fresh glass too?" Ferrcrissakes.
The wine that was returned to Sarah's table was not likely cold enough to be fresh out of the fridge. But, hey, flies won't kill you.
4 comments:
Persnickity tourists! That's okay, I probably wouldn't want a creature that spreads lovely diseases like typhoid, diphtheria, or anthrax in my wine, either. The mutating nasties would likely ruin the taste.
If it had just briefly landed on the glass, I woulda pressed. But it was essentially doing the breast stroke through my wine. It's like a black fly in your chardonnay.... ironic. (Not really.)
And your belated anthrax booster is a death row pardon, two minutes too late.... wait, what? At least you saw it BEFORE you made mouth-to-mouth tube/sucker thing contact!
Yeah. Little casual with the sanitation for my taste, but sometimes you just gotta run with it if vino is involved.
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