Me: I’d like a martini please.
Waitress: White? [This is where I should have figured out something was wrong]
Me: Yes.
Waitress: Ice? [Ditto]
Me: Yes.
Turns out I ordered a glass of vermouth on the rocks. Ugh.
This is the first time I’ve ordered a martini and left the details up to the bartender that I’ve not been happy (mind you, I’m not unhappy either, just bemused).
Oh… the culture clash? I’m in the Netherlands right now (and yes, my inner clock is messed up, it’s 3AM here and I can’t sleep).