The story of the $56 drink.
I knew New York was expensive, but this winter we learned that expensive can have a whole new meaning.
PB and I have been trying to save money on groceries and going out to eat lately. I realized that I spend way too much money on our weekly groceries, and I am really bad at reigning it in. I still can’t figure out what my problem is, but I think it has something to do with the irresistible treats at Whole Foods each week. The chocolate covered almonds and $4.99/lb fennel get me every time.
Anywayyyyyy back to New York. There is always a story after a story, but I rarely feel the need to share it with the world. This one is one worth sharing. Eight of us were out for a post dinner drink at a gorgeous bar found by some fancy Yelp work by PB. The girls had sodas, two of the boys had beer, and the other two (who have been shamed into being nameless) ordered whiskey.
Oscar* suggested to Frank* that they order the Macallan, that it sounded good. So both boys ordered it and we all drank away.
Then the bill came.
For sodas, beer, and two whiskeys!
The sodas were a crazy $8 each, and the beer even worse at $12 each, but the Macallan won for the night at $56 a glass!
Boys who don’t know their whiskey shouldn’t be allowed to order.
*Names have been changed to protect the guilty.