Maybe because customers at an airport bar are looking to get tranquilized before the flight and not looking for a “half Granny Smith half McIntosh appletini”.
Agreed
I want to get a good tap beer before my connecting flight.
Hipster snob type unexpectedly finds himself in a working class neighborhood on a Friday afternoon at cocktail hour. The place is packed with guys who just finished their shifts and got paid. He elbows his way to the bar and orders an 18 year old scotch.
Bartender, who is overwhelmed and doesn’t want to unlock the high-price cabinet, goes down the end of the bar and pours a shot of 8 year old scotch, gives it to the hipster snob.
Hipster snob says “Bartender, this is not an 18 year old scotch, this is an 8 year old scotch.
Bartender says “You got me. I’ll get you the 18 year old scotch in a minute.
Bartender goes down the end of the bar, still has no time to open the cabinet, pours the hipster snob a 12 year old scotch, gives it to him.
Hipster snob says “Bartender, I don’t know what kind of clientele you’re used to, but this is not an 18 year old scotch. This is a twelve year old scotch. The bartender, giving up, says OK, OK, I’ll get you the 18 year old scotch.
Bartender unlocks the cabinet, pours the 18 year old scotch, gives it to the scotch snob, scotch snob sips it, and says “Finally. This is an 18 year old scotch.”
Meanwhile, a guy standing next to the scotch snob says to him “Wow. When he gave you the eight year old scotch, you knew it was an eight year old scotch. When he gave you the 12-year old scotch, you knew it was a 12 year old scotch. And when he finally gave you the 18 year old scotch, you pegged it as an 18 year old scotch. A guy with your discernment and refinement should try some of this.
The guy hands the scotch snob a shot glass filled with amber liquid. The scotch snob takes a sip, and spits it out. “Why, that ‘s pi$$!” says the scotch snob.
That’s right” says the guy. “How old am I?”,
I have yet to have a bartender mess up a double jack, neat.