Beware the beautiful waitress with a smile on her lips who brings a small glass filled with a clear liquid. Do your best to picture, instead, a toothless redneck from the backwoods of Kentucky handing you a mason jar of white lightning. Treat that thing with respect.
Lucky for me and my few remaining brain cells that it was a small glass and not that jar. But I figured, what can such a small amount do? After beers, then wine? Didn’t someone once say never to mix such things together? Who said that and how did I forget their name and their advice?