Happened again. We went to Outback Steakhouse, and the conversation went like this:
"I'd like a plain daiquiri." (I'm thinking that "plain" might be the magic word I've been missing all this time.)
Blank stare, slight pause. "Strawberry?"
"No, no fruit, not frozen. Just rum, lime, sugar, and ice."
"OK" she says, writing all of this down.
And the drink arrives at my table frozen.
I hate sending things back, but I don't like my drinks frozen. The next one was correct.
Where did I go wrong this time?