I remain faithful to bourbon sour. It's absolutely delicious. You'd have to ask a bartender what's in it, but I think if you know you might never have a drink. I also love a little rum, 7 years aged, brown, when it is chilly, before dinner.
No brothers shall make, buy, sell, or use, as a beverage, any spirituous or Malt Liquors, Wine, or Cider.
Father says hot water can be as stimulating as an alcoholic drink and though I never come by one...I can well believe it.
Go on, have a glass of wine with dinner. What is wine, anyway? Pure grapes. A glass of wine is much better for you than a Coke.
[I normally go-to] whiskey on the rocks. Or a beer. Or with dinner, a glass of white wine.
I just think it looks so cool when a woman has a dirty martini. She looks so powerful.
Pink cocktails look quite friendly. They have an umbrella in them, some sort of fruit... they look innocent, and boy, do they pack a punch.
I'm a whiskey drinker, but Cesaro is a coffee drinker.
I think when I'm 80 years old, 85, hopefully, I'll be pushed around in a wheelchair by a red-headed nurse with panty outline. She'll make me little tequila sunrises and I'll read my complete works then. Then, I'll decide whether I think I've done something good or not. I'll reserve my judgment until then.
We got everythin' we need here. We got Baileys, creamy, and, um... everythin' good. I'll get ya another Baileys
I can't do a Bloody Mary. But I like the idea of them. It's got fresh vegetables in it.
Beer is such an integral part of the Indian culture.
Ale is meat, drink and cloth; it will make a cat speak and a wise man dumb.
I still do a bit of this and a bit of that. Some brews and there's nothing wrong with a bud or two! I still do a bit of this and a bit of that. Some brews and there's nothing wrong with a bud or two!
I'm a Remy Martin guy. I like Remy and Coke, and I like the white Remy V with pineapple. I'm an equal-opportunity Remy drinker.
The perverted ingenuity of man has given to water the power of intoxicating where wine is not procured. Western nations intoxicate themselves by moistened grain.
Oh I have been to Ludlow fair, and left my necktie God knows where. And carried half way home, or near, pints and quarts of Ludlow beer.
I have not been a big fan of very sweet drinks, although the Manhattan cocktail is a favorite of mine.
There's truth in wine, and there may be some in gin and muddy beer; but whether it's truth worth my knowing, is another question.
I like whiskey and I like vodka, too. And beer.
I don't drink coffee. I like nice wines with dinner.
The only way that I could figure they could improve upon Coca-Cola, one of life's most delightful elixirs, which studies prove will heal the sick and occasionally raise the dead, is to put bourbon in it.
I like to drink to suit my location.
Is that vodka?" Margarita asked weakly. The cat jumped up in his seat with indignation. "I beg pardon, my queen," he rasped, "Would I ever allow myself to offer vodka to a lady? This is pure alcohol!
My favourite is spicy cocktails with chillies.
