I thought my German guys were getting a bit flaky, but when I went to Greg's Stammtisch last night the only other person perched on a stool at the bar was Rob, happily sipping some super special Bourbon. Well, what gives, still worth coming. They're both nice guys, good company, and the bartender was professional for a change. Professional staff at The Red, you might ask? Holy Cannoli! I was stunned! After I've suffered plenty of oblivious pseudo-cool, no-clue-but-arrogant, girlie-girl bitchy waitresses, who (worst of crimes) always managed to serve whatever beer I ordered in the wrong glass. Alas, there might be hope!