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I'm working as a Starbucks barista (technically a barnes and noble employee, I just work at the starbucks there) Ask me any questions you want.
Some things to get out the way though
There's no such thing as a iced cappuccino, if someone asks for it, either we tell them that or we serve them a iced latte (or both). The reason why there's no such thing as a iced cappuccino is because it requires foam which goes away if it gets cold and creates a breeding ground for bacteria and shit.
The two biggest bitches to make are the cappuccino and the caramel macchiato.
Caramel macchiato isn't really hard or anything, it just takes a while, which is annoying when there's a large line.
Cappuccino isn't really hard to understand or anything, it just takes more practice to get down since it's very easy to screw it up since you have a smaller timeframe to perform it. There are two types of people who order cappuccinos, people who don't know jack shit about coffee and get pissed because this isn't what they expected and people who big coffee lovers and expect it to get done perfectly.
Tipping at Dick's Last Resort
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So, how would you tip at this place?
>Dick's Last Resort teaches its servers to be obnoxious. In addition to the staff, the decor is considered to be "wacky". Patrons of Dick's are expected to be insulted, or placed in uncomfortable situations. Adult bibs and large, hand-made, paper hats are given to diners to wear during their stay. There are no napkins on the tables: they are generally thrown at the customers by the serving staff.
Dinner Party From Hell
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Yesterday was the worst dinner I have ever had. I make a rule of not socializing with coworkers, and I should not have broken it. This may take 2 posts, it was THAT bad.
6 coworkers met at someone's house yesterday under the pretense of "Irish stew". I grudgingly accepted the invitation and arrived at 2 pm (when I was told to come). I brought traditional soda bread that had to be baked first. The host made a bit of a stink about using the oven when he had other things in there, but I told him I wanted it fresh.
The stew was still cooking and the host was already drinking alcohol at this time. In the middle of a conversation with a member of the opposite sex, the host tells me, "Please, no talk about politics. PLEASE not today". I said if more people talked about politics we would be in a better country, and he got very argumentative so I just dropped it.
I was drinking apple juice that I brought over and the host kept trying to get me to have a beer. He was obviously intoxicated and starting saying how maybe I would be relaxed and "cooler" if I had some alcohol. It was pathetic, like peer pressure from a high school TV show.
Anyway, at that point I became withdrawn and went for a walk. I came back right before dinner, and that is when the fun started.
He made "Irish stew" with beef, carrots, Worcestershire sauce, black pepper, hot sauce, oregano, tomato, and various ingredients. I started telling others that proper Irish stew should only contain mutton, potato, onion, and water, and that beef, tomato, black pepper, hot sauce, and other ingredients would not be available then and therefore it was a modern stew, not Irish stew.
We started eating and someone asked me about what I had said about real Irish stew. The host looked annoyed so I told him. He turned red and told me if I didn't like it I could "get the fuck out and take my apple juice with me".
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>Recently, Mississippi researchers found out why: two nuggets they examined consisted of 50 per cent or less chicken muscle tissue, the breast or thigh meat that comes to mind when a customer thinks of "chicken."
>The first nugget was about half muscle, with the rest a mix of fat, blood vessels and nerves. Close inspection revealed cells that line the skin and internal organs of the bird, the authors write in the American Journal of Medicine.
>The second nugget was only 40 per cent muscle, and the remainder was fat, cartilage and pieces of bone.
What does /ck/ think about our beloved chicken nuggers?