Is it me or are bartenders getting a little bit too entitled these days? Look, your job is to administer me the medicine I so desperately need to keep from suffering seizures or being forced to confront the actual horror that is my life. If that means you've got to spend a few more minutes muddling mint, so be it. That's why I tip well. That said, there are very few venues in this city where it is acceptable to order a mojito in the first place, so I am not wholly unsympathetic.