This is America, and I can’t imagine an America where I couldn’t freely drink all the alcohol I’d ever want. Yes, that makes me sound like a total lush, but I love a cocktail.
Lucky me – I was born post-Roosevelt’s overturn and was invited to celebrate the 80th anniversary of the repealing of prohibition at an old-fashioned cocktail speakeasy. The only requirement? Appropriate Prohibition attire.
About six French 75’s later – I needed a burger in a bad way. Whoop!