Putting the happy in my happy hour

By Kelly Wolfe

Jun 25, 2009 - 11:07 AM

So, last week I was busier than a one-legged man in an ass- kicking contest.

By Friday, I was exhausted.

So, when my girls invited me out to happy hour at Tryst in Delray Beach, I hesitated. I felt more bunny slippers and couch than heels and mascara.

But I went anyway, because I love my girls (and wine!)

I greeted my buddies and told the bartender, Jason, I wanted a pinot grigio.

“Really?” Jason said. Then he raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure you wouldn’t like to try something else?”

I was intrigued. The place was jamming – and Jason looked pretty busy himself. Still, if he wanted to turn me on to a new wine – I was game.

Jason returned with his favorite pinot griogio – clean, crisp, drinkable; a sauvignon blanc – vibrant, aromatic, with lots of melon; and – my new favorite – a viognier – dry, floral, and heavenly.

Jason went above and beyond -- pouring each of us girls a taste, describing how each wine was made, and even locating my friend's cardigan when she lost it.

I had a blast. I discovered a new wine and laughed with my girls. Could I ask for more?

But the point of this story, before it gets too long, is to send three cheers out to the people on the floor and behind the bar who go that extra step to make happy hour a little more happy.

It’s a hard job. I’ve done it. I remember having to smile so much behind the bar that the moment I clocked out, I made a point of being a real mean bitch just because I could.

So, thanks Jason, and everyone else out there – tying on their aprons tonight.

In this era of cutbacks – bringing us the perfect glass of wine, suggesting a delicious chef’s special, or – in Jason’s case – finding my friend’s cardigan – is a real luxury.

Cheers!