What is this mania with ice water everywhere? It's February, for heaven's sake!
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20 February 2007
Ice water in winter
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We went to one of those ubiquitous wood-oven pizza places this weekend. When I asked for water, the waiter asked if I wanted ice in it (no, I don't, and thank you so much for asking). This is the first time that has ever happened to me.
Chrissoup
Posted by: | 20 February 2007 at 21:42
I agree that it makes no sense. I have to remember to say no ice nor lemon.
Posted by: MMH | 21 February 2007 at 01:58
Ah yes, the ice in the water problem. And no bread served. I spent 20 years in Paris, have been back in the US for one year, and feel that (a) I will never, ever be able to drink ice water and (b) I will never, ever train myself to consistently remember to ask for water without ice.
Posted by: Peggy | 03 March 2007 at 00:10
Even though I always ask for water without ice, about 90% of the time, the serving person gives me water with ice. My fiance then requests my ice, so I pick it out with a fork. Ugh.
Even though I grew up in Canada, this much be something that makes me genetically Romanian: I hate the cold and anything that is cold. I refuse to get even ceiling fans installed (they are too drafty), I can't sit on the floor, I can't sit on concrete benches, my winter coats must cover my butt, and I can't leave the house without a scarf in winter. Water with ice is a huge pet peeve.
Posted by: Maktaaq | 20 March 2007 at 17:01