I used to work here as a waiter, and I have a vivid memory of a dreadful night in the courtyard using the hose. A friend and I were out playing pool and drinking Long Island Iced Teas, and then we started in on some shots that tasted like fingernail polish remover--I have no idea what they were, but they were free so we drank 'em. I think we had three of them, and by that time we were pretty drunk, so of course we decided that we wanted to drink some more. That bar was closing, so we hopped over to another place where my friend knew one of the waitresses. She gave us some Belgian ale and a couple of shots of blackberry schnapps, and when 5 AM rolled around we were completely wrecked. Somebody we met was giving us a ride home and, wouldn't you know, we got a flat. So we were in the dirt getting muddy and icky and gross while changing the tire, and in the process I threw up like two or three times. I was still hungover when I came to work the next night, and in between orders I kept having to go into the courtyard, throw up, then hose it down. The moral of the story as I see it isn't that you shouldn't drink so much but that you shouldn't mix quite so much.
--Nate Weik, caterer