Tromso is home to the world’s northernmost brewery – Mack’s Brewery. I thought that was a little coincidental, given there’s a Mac’s in New Zealand, where you’ll also find a (different) brewery laying claim to the world’s southernmost brewery in the thriving metropolis that is Invercargill.
Anyway, the Brewery tours weren’t open on the weekend but the bar was, so we decided to pop inside for a warmup drink around 1 or 2pm. And it was one of the more interesting customer service experiences I have had, all thanks to a man I like to call “presumptuous bartender.”
He probably thought of himself more as some kind of beer oracle. As we walked up to the bar, we asked him for a couple of pints of Arctic Beer. Mostly for the novel name. The rest followed something like this:
Presumptuous Bartender: No you don’t want that.
Harriet: I think I do, I just ordered it.
Presumptuous Bartender: You can get that anywhere in town, have one of the beers that can only be sold here.
Harriet: Let me guess, they are more expensive?
Presumptuous Bartender: Well this one here (points to main beer on tap) is our award-winning beer, much better than Arctic Beer.
Ryan (sensing a scene): OK I’ll have one of those then
Harriet: Ok fine me too.
Presumptuous Bartender: No you (points to me) can’t have that one. You can have the ladies beer.
Harriet: The what?! And why can’t I have the other one?
[Note: I really don’t like being told (as opposed to helpful recommendations) what to order. And I really really don’t like being told I can’t have/do the same thing as a male for no good reason, so this guy was really grinding my gears]
Presumptuous Bartender: This one has won awards too, and girls seem to really like it. It is slightly lighter blah blah trivial beer stuff
Harriet (getting irritated and wanting to sit down): OK fine just give me your sexist beer then!
Presumptuous bartender: [has the audacity to look offended]