On previous trips to Rochester, I had made it a point to have a drink at Martini's, the lounge in the Kahler Grand hotel, where I stay. Usually, I quaff a brew and engage in cordial conversation with other patrons sitting at the bar, most of whom are also from out of state and visiting the Mayo Clinic. This time I happened in during the cocktail hour and decided to have a whisky old fashioned. It arrived with no garnish, a factor which was no big deal. And then my change arrived, which, to me, was a big deal. I thought the bartender had made a mistake.
"How much was this drink," I inquired. He went to his computer screen and subsequently informed me, "Ten dollars and forty cents."
"You've got to be kidding," I retorted. To which he replied, "Yeah, I think it's kind of high, too."
Perhaps it's just me, but I had always thought it was a bit tacky and unnecessary to inquire about the price of a drink. Thanks to Martini's, I no longer feel that way.