Our hotel at Port Aventura had a bar, the bar served cocktails. Perfect.
Mojitos are our cocktail of choice (apart from Erica who likes to nurse a strawberry daiquiri … quite literally).
During our stay the bar staff didn’t change, which brings me to Fernando. Poor, surly Fernando who had lost his smile somewhere between the bar and the kitchens. Granted he seemed, at times, to be running the bar alone, but still … smile and your mojito smiles too.
Mojitos take more time to prepare than other drinks and this was clearly a problem to Fernando.
Our first round was delivered with gusto; no smiling but a definite enthusiasm … and straws. Second round … the eye rolling started, the crushing of the mint in the bottom of the glass became more violent and, well, get your own straws. Luckily the measures remained the same. Fernando had been to the ‘pour a spirit to a count of six’ cocktail school, which was fine by us. Hic.
I did wonder if I should explain in a REALLY patronising voice that it takes seventeen muscles to smile and forty-three to frown, but as the limit of my Spanish was ‘dos bread’ and his English extended to ‘Huh?’ I thought better of it.
On our last night we entered the bar parched and looking forward to our ice cold cocktails.
As we lined up along the bar and waited patiently Fernando dealt us a blow. Using International sign language for ‘All gone/kaput/No!’ accompanied by some serious moody eye rolling he announced “Non mojitos”. He meant it. We appealed in desperate voices. He simply shook his head and wandered off to speak to some other people at the bar leaving another member of bar staff to deal with us.
In blind blogger panic we ordered a drink which had Pisang in it thinking it sounded nice. I now know it is a green banana flavoured liquer which sways more towards battery acid than banana.
It was then that Tara realised she had been doing what we had all been doing in our heads every time we saw Fernando.
We had been singing …
There was something in the air that night, the stars were bright Fernando
Unfortunately she had switched to ‘out loud’ singing.
Was Tara to blame for Fernando’s ‘Non Mojitos’ or had they just run out of mint? We’ll never know, but I do know this … never again will I order a drink which lists Pisang in it’s ingredients.
Erica nursing a strawberry daiquiri
The unmistaken green hue of Pisang
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Insomniac Mummy on October 27, 2009
Holy radioctive cocktail Batman!
Tara@Sticky Fingers on October 28, 2009
That picture of Erica gets me every time.
Brilliantly told my friend. I was there that night and even I had forgotten quite how funny it was.
“No mojitos” thrown at you by a grumpy Spanish man can be quite scary you know. Good job Erica was there with The Look.
Muddling Along Mummy on October 28, 2009
I love people who’ve been to the pour for a count of six school!
Only trouble is I’m now humming Fernando…
A Modern Mother on October 28, 2009
Sounds like you had a great time!
Josie on October 28, 2009
Ha! That photo of Erica is brilliant!!! Sounds like you had a brilliant time. Loving all the blogs and photos popping up.
I’m amazed you’ve not all come back glowing green!
x
Josie on October 28, 2009
Just in case there wasn’t enough…. Brilliant!!!!! (NB: must improve vocabulary…)
London City Mum on October 28, 2009
Please tell me you did not actually drink the pisang whatchamacallits? Makes me ill just to look at them!
LCM x
p.s. nothing wrong with a good Abba sing-a-long to get the party going.
Erica on October 28, 2009
I’m loving that daquiri in a way only mother can. The bright lights of butlins and the extensive candy is going to my head…I could do with a dquiri right now.
Dulwich Divorcee on October 28, 2009
Can I just say, ‘there’s no regets, if I had to do the same again, I would, my friend, Fernando.’ Spooky! It’s as though Abba knew that one day we’d be drinking Pisang ……
Kirsty@Gone Bananas on October 28, 2009
You had me at ABBA!! From the look of the picture you did quite well without the Mohitos! lol
Jo Beaufoix on October 30, 2009
I did actually finish my pisang. Hic. The mojitos were definitely nicer. But the Hot chocolate…now that was quality. I still think Fernando was a robot.