Actually I originally took this picture for the really cool wooden light shades, but this was also the same wine bar, where I found the worst waiter in Ireland.As someone who is somewhat fond of cheeses - large and small - I was trying to decide between ordering the French or the Irish cheese plate. This is the conversation with the french waiter:
Wade (otherwise known as customer): Can you tell me what cheeses are on the french cheese plate?
Waiter: Uh, cheese.
Wade: Can you be a little bit more specific?
Waiter: Uh, french cheese.
Wade: (Opens mouth, runs tongue along lower lip, looks up into eyelids, counts to 10, and pauses for another 60 seconds for dramatic affect) I'll take the Irish cheese plate.
Keep in mind also that this isn't some yee-haw in a red state who doesn't know the difference between american orange cheddar and velveeta (because let's be honest, is there really any difference?) - this is a guy who can't graduate from grade school in his native country without knowing which wine to drink with Comte.
It's Jura, you barbarian.
