Why I should be able to order red wine in a Muslim-owned restaurant
When we arrive, are seated and handed the menu, we see that there is no alcohol listed. None. Not a drop. We ask our server about this, and he replies, "The owners are Muslims. It is against their religious beliefs to have alcohol on the premises or to serve it."
Aghast, we are! Red wine is healthy! No less an authority than the Mayo Clinic says so! It is part of Dear Husband's and my health regimen to imbibe one glass of red wine with our evening meal. Not having it available is - well, threatening to our health! We demand red wine now!
The owner comes out. He explains that drinking or serving alcohol is a violation of his religious beliefs, but promises us a delightful meal, sans alcohol. "NO! Not good enough. You are forcing your religious beliefs on us - how dare you!"
Perhaps, the owner suggests, this is not the restaurant for us. There are several in the area he can recommend, all serving alcohol.
But, we reply, we want alcohol HERE and NOW! It is our right. This isn't Prohibition, buddy. This is our health we're talking about. By golly, even if the owner has to go out and buy a damn bottle of wine, we're getting our wine, NOW!
We point out that many Muslims drink alcohol. Why doesn't he?? The owner states it is his understanding of the Qu'ran and how it is to be lived that alcohol is prohibited. He can't speak for other Muslims - only himself. It would go against his conscience to serve alcohol.
At this point, Dear Husband and I know we have only one recourse: the Federal Government MUST step in and force this man to serve us alcohol. It is our right, it is for our health, and we don't give a damn about his religious beliefs.
And the groundwork for this has cleverly been laid by Mr. Obama, so we should get results quickly. After all, what we want trumps any one's religious beliefs in this country, right?
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