Imagine the rudest person saying the rudest things to you. Depending on your personality, whatever is rattling in your unconscious, and the shady characters you've come across in dark alleys. The combination of words that strikes a chord in your ear will someday prompt you to throw your drink in a strangers face.
i.e.
"So I had this amazing old fashioned..I don't think I'll ever drink another..."
"Yeah, yeah, I don't want to hear about how much better Toronto is than Calgary." *raises snooty nose in the air*
Yuck.
Whether a drink was thrown on that day or not it doesn't matter. But what matters is that I tell you about the Brown Butter Maple Old Fashioned at the drake one-fitty!
Gooooooood night nurse. Seriously. After a night of feasting and hoping from joint to joint, my best friend took me here and I had this magical concoction. The subtle parrying between the maple's sweetness and the bitters of the alcohol floated on the skating rink of the nutty notes of brown butter. Yeah I'll wax poetry on this drink like I'll wax that ass.
I've had too much to drink.
I digress. I love the feel of this place and would have been driven to alcoholism drinking here every night. Lovely staff, lovely menus, lovely music.