I have a confession to make. Sometimes when it comes to choosing cocktails I just can’t (whisper it) be bothered to read through options upon options. Upon options.
I just want something nice. And I want it to arrive without me having to read a tome that is (I’m only slightly exaggerating) as big as the bible.
But an impromptu trip to Covent Garden’s Adventure Bar showed me once and for all the problem with taking this lazy approach.