
I vividly remember my very first mixed drink. It was somebody's 19th birthday, and some friends and I made our way to a local dive bar — complete with scuffed pool tables, dart boards and the unshakable scent of fry oil and spilled beers. It was also well-known for being lax when it came to carding.
"Just walk in like you belong," one of the over-21 members of the group said with a shrug. "You've got to be confident."