A recent post from The Barmaid Blog:
"Hey, honey, can you guys make a Benton's Old Fashioned?" asks the bedheaded hipster who looks too skinny to support life.
It's a relatively slow moment for a Friday night, so I take a second to appraise him and his friend. Of the nine thoughts that cross my mind in that moment, including the obnoxious juxtaposition of "honey" with "guys," I settle on replying, "I make a great Old Fashioned, but I have to admit I don't know what a Benton's is, and I don't get stumped very often."
"So you're in need of a good stumping?" That's from Bedhead's buddy, a bespectacled dude with a big shrub of curly hair like he's auditioning for the lead in "Knocked Up 2: Electric Boogalo."
I raise my eyebrows. "And you're just the guys to give it to me?"
Bedhead says, "We had it on the Lower East Side a few weeks ago at this place called PDT, but we couldn't get in tonight."
"Dude, PDT's in the East Village," says Jewfro.
"I thought it was Alphabet City?"
"Yeah, Alphabet City is part of the East Village. The Lower East Side is below Houston."
"I thought that was NoLiTa and SoHo."
I smack my hand on the bar a few times.
By the way, a Benton's Old Fashioned is made with bacon.
