Touché! And well done! The conversation Ruhlman relates with his wife is identical to the one I have with my spouse, a native Ohioan, when, in the midst of an April snowshower, I ask her “Why, again, do we live here??” The big difference in our stories is libational. In my version the coup-de-grace is delivered in the form of a VTR Manhattan. I also like their Negroni (one of my good friends from Berkeley, an original Tuskegee airman, used to make them for me at a 30-year-running Friday night martini party), but Paulius’s special vermouth and cherry really make this Manhattan unique. Finally, I think Orwell would appreciate the VTR: http://www.netcharles.com/orwell/essays/moon-under-water.htm Wouldn’t it be fun, using the VTR as a model, to establish the top ten qualities of the consummate cocktail venue? Oh dear, a book idea! Best Bar in the World, indeed.