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Friday, June 18, 2004

I'm all class

I often enjoy going to a fine restaurant and ordering a Schlitz.

It's a good way to impress a date.

The waiter comes to the table, uncaps the bottle, and offers me the cap to sniff. I nod. The waiter pours a small amount in the glass that I swish around, sniff, stare at, and otherwise discern.

After some consideration, I silently nod to the waiter, and he places the bottle on the table.

Then, and only then, do I decant this fine potable by gently pouring it into a fine piece of stemware known as a "entonnoir d'huile" (or "oil funnel", as it is known in America) carefully placed into my throat.