Two Saturdays ago the roommate and I went on a mini-bar crawl in the neighborhood. My signature drink of the late afternoon and early evening was the rusty nail (does one capitalize drink names?). Inspired, in part, from my drinking experience with Mr. Ass last month, the rusty nail seemed like the perfect beverage for a blustery early drinkabout. This is what it looked like at London Grill.
And this is what it looked like at Jack's Firehouse.