Cars, Sidecars, and Bars
Had a perfectly horrible Sidecar on Saturday evening at a local called Fat Cat and was forced to drink beer for the remainder of the evening. At least they had the Belgians. Is a Sidecar–1/4 lemon, 1/2 oz. Triple Sec, 1 oz. brandy–really so difficult?
My Montana correspondent has forwarded some “Internet humour” making the rounds:
98% OF AMERICANS SAY “OH S***” BEFORE GOING IN THE DITCH ON A SLIPPERY ROAD.
THE OTHER 2% ARE FROM MONTANA AND THEY SAY, “HOLD MY
BEER AND WATCH THIS!”
I find this worrisome. Certainly my driver is never allowed to take a drink behind the wheel, as I wish to ensure the lowest possible odds of spilling my own drink.
Perhaps this has something to do with it.