I fear we did not ingratiate ourselves to the servers at Tracks Brewpub this evening. It might have been clever had we planned it but this was not the case. A group of us was on the patio, beneath the oversized umbrellas when the sky opened up. Did we go inside? Of course not - we simply pulled our chairs closer to the table.
I think the one server tired of being soaked every time beer was ordered because by the time I was ready to check out it was Brian who was looking after us. For the most part, I think we tipped extra but for a bartender of his calibre you really can't over-tip.