In a prior professional incarnation I was occasionally called upon to represent the firm (a securities firm in the 1990s, so you know money is no object) on a few business junkets to important clients. Well, one of these resulted in the following car crash of a dinner at a fantastic (now closed) restaurant on the west coast.
It’s a table of at least 10. Things start off reasonably, with a reasonable but high quality CA Merlot and Chard. Then the real client (ie the actual hedge fund principal) asks, loud enough that I can hear him on the other side of the table (ie too loud to be denied or deflected) that he has always wanted to try a very special wine on the list. I have not seen the list (it’s not my show) but I know what this is going to be.
Yep. It’s Petrus. Of course it is. Circle gets the square.
Now I don’t begrudge this guy wanting the firm to pay for his Petrus: he has put a lot more money into our firm every week than this whole meal will cost. Does he share? Of course not. Maybe with the folks near him, but no 1983 Petrus makes its way to me. That’s also ok, it’s a big table, it’s not my show, it’s not like I deserve it.
At some point the intern - Harvard junior, if memory serves - decides that the wine list is open for all. He also has no idea what he is doing because before I can prevent it - and I would have, had I been aware this was happening before the bottle appeared - there is 1963 Lafite at the table. For a lot of money. I get to taste that for science. Science tastes bad.
Things seem to settle down until dessert, when someone - I don’t know who - orders an early 80s Yquem. That is awesome. However, our salesman, not used to Sauternes, loudly announces that it is “shit.” “I’ll take it off your hands,” I say.
Now the kicker is that the meal costs I think around $8000 (mid 90s money) of which the bar tab is over $5000. The salesman is shocked at the tab - having done nothing to prevent the ridiculous excess - and tells me and other guys from our firm that he has no intention of tipping. We quietly but VERY firmly tell him he will pay a proper tip, not only because the wait staff was exemplary, but also because someone else from the firm might want to attend this restaurant again in the future. After much fussing, and some sotto voce threats we made of bodily harm, he finally agrees.