So I had this smarmy jackass messing with me the whole meal.
You know, the type that asks if the beef is Argentinean and that makes smart ass remarks about most everything from ticket times to service.
So upon delivering his coffee he stated...
"This coffee tastes like an ashtray."
"That's because I put my cigarette out in it."
He was not amused.
His friends were.
And tipped heavy.
Plus I received an apology from his wife.