All I asked for was an old fashioned.
The tattooed hipster bartender then took several minutes to make a bizarre concoction utilizing a handful of fruit, three different bitters, and several mixing glasses.
“What’s this?” I asked.
“It’s an old fashioned,” he said.
“It is?” I said.
“It’s not what I was expecting,” I added.
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