My experience involving bars is not that broad or
knowledgeable due to the fact that I have not been that involve with them in
San Diego. In utterly honesty I have only been to two, one being Whisky Girl
and the other Las Hadas. My third and last bar has been our visit to the
Pembroke pub. The difference between these bars can be seen in their drinks,
music, food, style, interior design, and most importantly their people. What
struck me the most in the pub was how passionately in love they are with soccer
and how one game of ninety minutes means the world to them regarding their
pride for their country. The pub thought me a few lessons that night. First
that no matter how bad your team is loosing you stay till the end because the
hope never dies until the whistle is blown. Second that if you didn’t get a
seat at the beginning of the match, you will definitely will not get one for
the rest of the ninety minutes. Third that you shouldn’t go on ordering drinks
that your not sure exist. This last point is referent to my embarrassing
experience with the bartender. Due to the lack of knowledge with drinks I ask
other people to give me names of drinks to try and when I order them with the
bartender, he told me that he didn’t know them. I asked him which such
confidence over and over again until he looked into my eyes and asked me in
Spanish if I knew Spanish. I answer yes and in Spanish he told me that he had
no clue what I was talking about. After a few minutes he suggested to try out
pear cider which to my astonishment tasted really good even with that hint of
beer flavor which I dislike somewhat. That night at that pub I learned a few
things no just from observing other people, but from people observing me.
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