Not So Hot Night at The Wineshop

I was here before at this Spanish-owned bar called The Wineshop along Gorordo St. I had a great time the last time we visited. But last night the place was boring as counting sheeps. What happened? Maybe because it was a Sunday? Or maybe because the waiting staff there were new and bored too?

When we arrived the staff just looked at us. Some looked the other way. We dressed right I am sure of that. I was wearing a shirt and jeans and shoes. My companions were properly dressed as well knowing The Wineshop posted a sign at their windows that sleeveless shirts were not allowed. But we saw some Koreans there like they were about to sleep at the bar. Short-shorts and slippers and yeah, sleeveless shirts. Looked like money mattered after all. Hmmm.

A white alien came in, tagging along with him were three angels of the night. The way they dressed made me realize they were such. The waiting staff accommodated them. What was happening?

We called the small waitress at the corner. She gave us a menu and left. We called her again and we ordered one bottle of white Spanish wine, semi-sweet. It came in floating in a plastic bucket of ice. Huh? Plastic? My companions said, But the foreigners at the other tables had stainless steel buckets! I said, They knew this is all we can afford.

And so we rushed our drinks and said our goodbyes.

We were planning to have a bottle each. Sayang.