An asian's baby face

Since I'm sick, I took a nap after work and didn't get up until 9pm'ish, at which time I decided I should eat something I drove to New Brunswick from Somerset (near Newark) in New Jersey, but I didn't find anything appetizing. With no luck, I dragged myself to the hotel bar around 10pm since the kitchen closed at 11pm. I entered the bar and noticed that I'm the only non-white person. All the tables hadn't been bussed yet so I decided to take a seat at the bar. I was also the only girl at the bar. I potentially could have been the youngest person there as well. The bartender approaches me.

Bartender: You have to be 21 to sit at the bar.

sMhyla: I'm older than 21.

Bartender: Do you want something to go or for here?

sMhyla: May I eat at the bar?

Bartender: Yes.

sMhyla: May I see a wine list?

Bartender: I need to check your ID.

sMhyla hands him her ID. Bartender puts his glasses on and confirm sMhyla's age. Bartender gives sMhyla a wine list.

sMhyla: What year is the cab by Coppolla?

Bartender: They're all different years, no specific year.

sMhyla stares at the Bartender.

sMhyla: Fine, I'll take the Coppolla. I will also have a philly cheese steak.

Not the best combo, but beer at 10pm didn't sound proper either. My fries were cold, but I didn't feel like sending it back in fear of someone spitting in my food (I saw the movie, Waiting). This is the one downside to traveling: eating alone and not knowing where to eat.

I understand that I may look young, but I don't think someone needs to be rude about it. I doubt my blog rendition of this moment tonight expresses the rudeness the Bartender exuded. My friends make fun that I look young, but it will be my advantage one day.