'Cocktail Potion' by Transworld Transfer Bartenders

"Well, first of all, it's a good example."

Speaking up, I stood in front of the co-located counter.

Wash your hands first and think of action on your head.

[Jin Tonic] 's working procedures are simple.

All cocktails can say, but get ready first.

The things to prepare are glasses, bottles and ice, and in other order.

The ingredients are 'gin' - 'tonic' to 'gini', and 'lime' only.

Squeeze the lime first, fill the glass with ice and tonic up after pouring the gini.

In words, what a simple itinerary, but simply so deep.

I felt so smug that I reached for the glass just as I was supposed to.

Getting a glass first on anything makes sense.

One is the effect of placing the glass on the work bench and in a visible position as soon as the order is received, which makes the customer expect "I will make it from now on".

And the other thing that's surprisingly important is to make sure you don't forget you got your order.

If you are available, make it on the spot and finish.

However, when the store is very busy, new customers will not come to the store immediately after receiving the order.

When that happens, keeping the work bench visible on the counter and putting the glass away will allow me to recall the order immediately after the minimum response to new customers has been completed.

When making drinks to multiple people at the same time, I think it's easy to understand that the first thing that comes to mind is the procedure.

In addition to that, what matters is how flexible we are to respond to change.

Nevertheless, there can be no such thing as a sudden visit on this occasion.

All you have to do is do the first steps that come to mind quickly.

And by that procedure, I didn't mean to be immature.

"So here we have three [gin tonic] cups"

Three glasses of [gin tonic] are now placed at the judges' sitting counter.

Transparent liquid and green lime that sinks to the bottom.

The three appearances lined up, I see, were spectacular only because they were said to be jewels of the night.

One could have made three cups at a time, a total of nine, but that would be tough for you to drink.

I decided to lay down here a little bit and give it a spin and drink.

Finally, I was just the first to make the order, and the two of them are at the same time.

I'm not going to say handy, but cocktails change in taste over time.

With that in mind, I dared both of you to make it at the same time.

I'm not talking about anything other than being particularly careful at that time and basic behavior.

After I taught you what to do, I wanted to see how each one works now.

Well, it looked like that, to say the way it was supposed to, but that would also affect the taste.

"Well, since I've been watching it, I'm sure you know who it is, but can you put your mouth on each one of them?

"Doh, go ahead."

"Enjoy."

The two disciples stood together so that they could put their voices on my words.

And each of the three contained a cocktail in his mouth.

"Ah, delicious!

I said it with a glowing expression all the time: Corsica, who drank one of my made cups.

"... I don't know, not bad, but you're weak"

Described with a face that doesn't fall, is Bergamo, who drank a cup made by Phil.

"What's this? I don't know, Egg."

Obviously dissatisfied was Iberis, who drank one of Sally's made cups.

With that feeling, the place is engulfed in silence for a moment.

"Whose cocktail is Egg!

Shortly afterwards, Sally distorted her expression into passion and hung it on Iberis.

Iberis, with a freakishly said look on his face, doesn't bend the words.

"That might be decided for this one."

"That shouldn't be... but try drinking again!

"Wait a minute for that. How would the other two react first?"

Iberis threw words at the two sitting next to him, as he asked for his consent.

But it is a cocktail reputed to be eg.

The two of them only snorted small with a complicated look.

".................. eg......"

So, the result of a circle of thoughts.

Well, generally the first one gave me a feeling and an answer that didn't differ so much.

And besides my thoughts, Sally was stuck and depressed.

"Sally, cheer up."

"... Phil is good, isn't he? They don't say it tastes bad."

"Oh, no, I didn't mean that."

".................. Hmm"

Sally returns it with a staunch attitude to Phil's encouragement as well, sinking in slowly.

Hmm. I was hoping Phil would get that experience this time.

I just said boulder, Phil made a cocktail for the first time. I'll point it out later, but it's also not what I want from the first person I've ever made.

While I was wondering what to say, I first saw the flavor of Sally's cup.

The first thing you dance over your tongue is tonic sweetness.

But like following it, it has an egg flavor.

This is Lyme's unwelcome suffering.

This eg flavor constantly enters into the fusion of spiciness and sweetness of [Gin Tonic].

I knew very well what the cause was.

"Bye, Sally. Let me tell you why this happened."

When I spoke, Sally looked at me with a slightly unfaithful look.

"Hmm. Anyway, you're gonna say it's because I haven't got my technology yet, right?

"No, that's for sure. But that's not the primary cause."

"... the primary cause?

To Sally, who's gonna stare right at me, I swear.

"Sally, you're squeezing too much lime."

Earlier, I was watching Sally and it was easy to guess.

Sally was squeezing a sixth of the lime she cut in with a knife at her disposal.

That was a failure I've done before, too, so I figured it out very well.

"Sally. When I squeezed in the lime, you thought, 'I can squeeze more fruit juice, but I'm stopping it halfway through' or something.

…………

"Actually, the best way to narrow it down is to look halfway."

Sally never uttered a word, but the way it looked, it could be inferred that she thought so.

But repainting that perception is, in a sense, the first step in thinking about the 'taste' of a cocktail.

Because there are no sweeter and more deadly pitfalls than "still squeezing" in lime.