When making cocktails, it is inevitable to use juice, egg white, milk, coffee and other accessories. At this time, the bartender's technique is very critical. For the same two glasses of Manhattan, the whiskey used is more than 40 degrees, and the vermouth is 10 degrees.
At a certain degree, when the bartender pours the drink, if there is a little more whiskey or a little more vermouth, the final alcohol content will be completely different.
The cocktails in front of Roque were mostly the type with more vermouth.
The cocktail in front of the soldier had a little more whiskey.
Don't underestimate this point, a little adds up to a big thing, and in the end it is this point that determines the outcome.
No wonder, Roque felt the taste was a bit bland as soon as he took the first sip.
Ordinarily, the bartender recommended by Ada should not make this mistake, but now it seems
I must get a raise when I go back!
Rock couldn't stand the cocktails with special spices. As soon as he drank the third cup, Rock suggested a different way to drink and play a game.
The game in the bar is, of course, darts.
Darts emerged in England in the 15th century. At the end of the 19th century, Bellion Ganlin invented the darts scoring system. At the beginning of the 20th century, darts became a common entertainment item in bars.
Of course, the "common" here means common in the UK. In the Cape, darts has not yet emerged, and there are no Table Mountain bars.
Even the largest Table Mountain bar in Cape Town does not have games, but the Oak Bar does. This is simply a miracle. When the bar girl in maid uniform took out the dart board, the soldiers had a brief silence, and then immediately burst into applause.
Oh my god, there were tears in the eyes of several soldiers.
This is the Cape, and you can see games that are only available in the UK. The emotions that burst out instantly are like those of a Chinese living overseas who suddenly discovered that there is a breakfast shop selling tofu cakes. (Why are all the chestnuts eaten?
, it is indeed a big foodie empire)
Salty!
Of course you can also add sugar
(Writing this, Yutou suddenly realized that he was old. If he had been in the past, he would not have written the following sentence, but it would not be considered old. If he had become old, he would not have written the previous sentence.)
The rules of darts are simple and clear. Different areas are marked with colors on the darts target. The maximum score is 60. Three darts are thrown at a time, and the full score is 180. It was not until 1902 that someone achieved this result.
Rock is also a master of darts. In fact, darts are similar to shooting. They both require the tacit cooperation of the hands, eyes and body. Rock's marksmanship is top-notch, and the darts are naturally not bad either. Ada just brought the darts here a few days ago.
When Rock tried it, he easily got a perfect score of 180.
The atmosphere in the bar was lively. After the darts were taken out, the soldiers were eager to try. The unlucky guy on the ground was carried to a corner by the soldiers to avoid being an eyesore.
Rock weighed the weight of the dart. He didn't need to aim at all. He made a T-step seemingly casually. He didn't lean forward like those professional masters, and the shooting position was as close to the target board as possible. He just held it with one hand so easily.
Hold the wine glass and throw the darts out casually
60 points!
What's rare is that the wine in the glass didn't even slosh.
The 60-point area is three times the 20-point area directly above the 50-point area of the bullseye. The area of the entire area is about two square centimeters. When placed on a one-foot-square target, you can imagine how difficult it is.
What’s even more difficult is that if you want to score 180 points, you need to keep all three darts in the 60-point area. This requires that the landing point of each dart must be evenly distributed. Otherwise, even the first two darts will be thrown at 60 points.
area, there is not enough space for the third dart either.
This kind of problem will definitely not happen here in Rock. The second dart
A solid 60 points.
Third dart
The tail fin collided with the dart next to it, but it still stayed in the 60-point area.
When he saw the tail fins of the darts colliding, Rock's heart still tightened, and his body tilted unconsciously. When he saw that the darts still stayed in the 60-point area, Rock let out a sigh of relief.
I didn't expect this to be more effective. If I didn't make any mistakes, the soldiers would doubt that Rock was God. It's better now, at least Rock is still a mortal.
But in the eyes of those soldiers, Rock's dart skills were almost miraculous.
"180 points!" A soldier couldn't help but sigh, his voice full of praise and the honor of witnessing it with his own eyes.
"Amazing!"
“Incredible!”
"Appear holy in front of people!" (What the hell is this!)
More exclamations sounded, followed by high whistles and neat applause.
Rock picked up a glass of wine, handed it to a soldier beside him, and then asked everyone to raise their glasses at the same time.
A large area of neat "angry".
This time it was fine, all the evidence of the crime disappeared, and from then on, a perfect legend of a god of wine and a god of escorts was left in the Oak Bar.
Back on the rooftop, Ada dragged Rock directly back to the bedroom. There were really too many emotions that needed to be vented. If they were not channeled in time, endocrine disorders would easily occur.
There was a carnival going on in the bar downstairs. The soldiers were drinking and playing darts. Occasionally someone teased the bar girl, but only verbally. The atmosphere was really lively.
In fact, the battle upstairs was more intense.
In the evening, when the actual bar opening hours came, more soldiers swarmed in, and off-duty police officers would also come to the bar to have a drink. Rock promptly announced that during the three-day trial operation of the bar, all drinks would be discounted at 20%, one bottle at a time.
A large fruit plate was also given as a gift. The soldiers and police were as enthusiastic as if they had found a big bargain. The two bartenders and four bar girls were so busy that they were sweating profusely. The four K2s had no place to sit and were squeezed outside the bar door.
The door greeted me. Fortunately, there were no female customers in the Oak Bar, otherwise I would have been frightened.
Roque also sat at the bar and ordered a glass of tiger bone wine to fill the emptiness in his heart. Ada was still asleep and probably wouldn't be able to get up until tomorrow. The tiger bone wine was really good.
It’s hard to imagine that there are tiger bones in Cape Cape!
Rock has always thought that there are no tigers in Cape Town, but this is not surprising. Because of the Boer War, there are many strange things in the Cape Town market. Anton even brought Rock a ginseng root a few days ago. It is not that original.
American ginseng is produced in the United States and Canada, but ginseng originates from the northeastern part of the Qing Dynasty.
Although ginseng is good, Roque cannot use it. Unlike American ginseng, which nourishes and reduces fire, ginseng improves qi and helps fire, which has completely opposite effects. Roque is now young and has strong firepower, so he does not need the help of ginseng, so tiger bone is good.
I had just finished half of a glass of tiger bone wine when a major and two captains walked into the bar. The voices of the soldiers and police suddenly became much quieter.
"Are you Locke? Locke from the Cape Town Police Department?" The major had obviously heard of Locke's name.
"Yes, Mr. Major, welcome to the Oak Bar." Rock, neither arrogant nor humble, raised his glass to signal to the Major: "Henry, give our Mr. Major a Manhattan, I'll treat you."
"You open this bar?" the major was extremely curious.
