|It's good to have a decent bar within stumbling distance of home that stays open late. The Sergeant and I occasionally meander over on a Thursday night (my Friday) for a drink. The staff from the nearby fancy restaurants hang out there, too.|
When we come in, they don't yell "Kitt!" or "Sarge!" but they know our drinks. Mine used to be an old fashioned with extra cherries. Now it's a "Wisconsin old fashioned." With extra cherries.
|This was how I saw the bartender make it in the Green Bay airport: whiskey, dash of cherry juice, dash of bitters, then fill the glass with 7-Up. No futzing with sugar from packets, which muddles poorly anyway.|