the whole thing is different. the bartender in a pub is just someone who is there to give you a drink that's it. in the US they are sort of an enlarged figure. a personality. there's more of a financial relationship between the two of you
they're about $15 - $20 in nyc, and a beer is normally about $8. so yes. they are generally strong though
if you go to an expensive place $25 isn't that unusual, and then coz you're tipping often 20% it can get up to $30 no problem. it's important to stay out of these placesThe cocktail prices in that New York tiki bar article Gus posted were obscene, some of them pushing $30.
if you go to an expensive place $25 isn't that unusual, and then coz you're tipping often 20% it can get up to $30 no problem. it's important to stay out of these places
Repulsive levels of decadence.The most expensive was listed as $32.
The most expensive was listed as $32.
Repulsive levels of decadence.
Perfectly acceptable pint of real ale in Spoons for £2.74, and none of that ridiculous "tipping" nonsense.
half of american resentment and the gender wars is the maintenance of the 'men pay on dates' norm in 2025add a date, her friends, their friends
running a tab is a shortcut to wtf
no i think its fine honestly. i have a spot i love with a champagne cocktail that goes for $28, and you know what? it’s delicious. I guess if i couldn’t afford it i would dislike it more. but I think it also provides a force to push you away from bars, if you’re meeting up with friends you know well you can save some money and have a better time by heading to someone’s home and breaking open a couple top-notch bottles in the $40-60 range. the question is just how much beauty you can find in this world.Repulsive levels of decadence.
Perfectly acceptable pint of real ale in Spoons for £2.74, and none of that ridiculous "tipping" nonsense.
I like good scotch and champagne and stuff too. I just have a child and a mortgage and that sort of thing, so non-stop decadence isn't really an option.imagine living your life just drinking 'real ale' at 3.8% ABV all your life and it tastes like a digestive biscuit soaked in pond water. shortcut to clinical depression.