Frankie Frost/IJ archive
Jeff Burkhart“We’ll have a draft beer,” said the woman standing at the bar and ordering drinks — a situation that happens hundreds of times in a bar, sometimes hundreds of times in one night.
“And an espresso martini,” she added.
I looked over to where we keep our fresh espresso, making sure that we had some.
“Is that OK?” she asked quite aggressively as I turned to make the drink.
“I’m sorry?” I asked, not because I needed to be contrite...