Back in the day (like a hundred years ago), my favorite was a rusty nail--scotch and drambuie. I'd be flat on my back after one of those today. But I do like those thingies in a copper mug. There are two kinds. I can't remember the names. We were at a brewery in Pittsburgh with extended family, and on the menu it said you either had to pay a $5 deposit or surrender your driver's license to order one. I was hesitant, but the waitress, obviously assessing my age, said Oh, forget it, you don't have to do either of those. Of course, I then carefully made sure I was the last one gone from our table lest the younger crowd get any ideas.
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