When I visited Nick’s in ‘69 I was but a lad of 21.
Of course I was already a year into the Army and was growing
up a lot faster than I had been in prior years as a student.
(I could go off on a tangent here about why military service
should be compulsory, but I’ll save that for some other thread.)
I was just getting introduced to the world of fancy cocktails.
And Nick’s was just the place to round out that bit of my education.
I recall ingesting two drinks in particular.
(Out of a dipsomaniac’s dream binge.)
One was called a Wagon Wheel - contained Cognac and Southern Comfort.
Another was the Sherman Tank - Bourbon Whiskey and B&B.
Both drinks had just enough mixer to get them down the hatch.
The end result was a heady mixture of euphoria -
followed by projectile vomiting.
I’m thinking that drink you were served in the toilet bowl
might have been a bit of genius prior planning.
Lol lol! So true, a bit of foreshadowing for the revelers. It wasn’t me, though, I stuck with Abita Amber in those days.