Happened last year in a well known chain pub (starts with a W and ends in etherspoons, but it's not really fair to name them) in Leicester
Went in with one of my flatmates to get food, without necessarily intending to drink. Walked up to the bar to order and this spotty little madam behind the bar just sneered "got any id", like i said we weren't going to drink and as it happened my flat mate (who is 6'2'' and had the startings of a beard at the time) didn't have any. She first refused to serve us at all until one of her co workers pointed out we could still have food. I've nothing against being asked for id, i've done it to people before but because of her general rudeness and lack of customer service skills we now felt it was our duty to annoy her as much as possible. Went and got a table and then I went to get drinks, tried to order 2 pints from a different girl and the other girl came storming over and shouted her mouth off again. So i ordered one pint and one coke ... the gave the pint to my flatmate (like i said we were trying to annoy her now), as she walked by he raised his glass to her. You could see she was pissed, she came over and was her usual charming self again, que the manager coming over and asking us to leave and not to come back until my flatmate had proof of age, hurrah! And we've not been back since, they don't have music anyway. Not sure if it ocunts as a meal though, we had to leave before our food arrived. Apologies for length, it's all down to genetics
(tomatosoup, Sun 30 Apr 2006, 19:25, Reply)