Words fail me when it comes to describing the abhorrent experience I had at Hemingway’s. It was an evening that left me questioning the very existence of customer service. Allow me to regale you with the tale of my encounter with the bartender who believed she was conducting a sadistic social experiment, all under the guise of providing service.

From the moment I stepped foot into the establishment, it was clear that I had unknowingly stumbled into a psychological torture chamber disguised as a bar. The bartender, whose name I dare not mention for fear of inadvertently granting her more notoriety, made it her mission to subject me to a series of passive-aggressive torments that would make Machiavelli blush.

With an air of smug superiority, she approached me, a wolf in bartender's clothing, and immediately revealed her diabolical intentions. She declared that I was unwittingly a participant in her twisted experiment, as if my presence alone was a mere pawn in her game of malevolence. Her desire to witness my discomfort was palpable, and her contempt for the patrons dripped from her every word and gesture.

As I ordered my first drink, I was met with a disdainful eye-roll and a sarcastic remark that could have shattered the thickest of skins. The so-called mixologist seemed more interested in perfecting her art of condescension than concocting a palatable beverage. With each subsequent order, she took pleasure in delivering drinks with subtle imperfections, almost daring me to exercise my right to send them back.

Her passive-aggressive antics knew no bounds. A perfectly mixed cocktail was accompanied by a scowl that could curdle milk, while a request for a simple modification was met with an exaggerated sigh, as if I had committed a cardinal sin against her creative vision. It became evident that she relished the opportunity to undermine her customers, taking perverse pleasure in their dissatisfaction.

In conclusion, if you enjoy being treated as a pawn in a bartender's twisted psychological game, then by all means, frequent Hemingway’s. However, if you value basic human decency and expect to be treated with respect, I urge you to find solace in any other establishment that possesses even a modicum of professionalism and genuine customer care. Your sanity and self-worth will thank you