Erik Barzeski's Question of the Day yesterday was:
"What is your favorite alcoholic beverage?"
I posted a little one line answer in the comments for the entry, but I might as well elaborate here.
I'm not really much of a drinker. I don't have any philosophical or medical objections to consenting adults drinking, and as a matter of fact when I'm out socially I enjoy having a cocktail, and a cold beer goes great with pizza or an outdoor barbecue. It never really occurs to me to drink heavily, though. I'm perfectly content to order a good, well-mixed drink and nurse it for hours. In college, I would drink whatever cheap, nasty crap was available, because I was, well, young. As I've gotten older, I've developed a taste for a more minimal, "purist" approach to beverages. Because I find that beer tends to give me an unpleasantly full feeling, I prefer mixed drinks. I find I prefer those with a minimum of extra mixers and sweeteneners, so something like a Manhattan works much better for me than a Piña Colada.
My favorite drink, however, is the classic dry gin martini, as immortalized in countless 50's & 60's "swingin'" films and TV shows. The funny thing is that I really don't like olives, but in this context they rock. Like most drinks, it's at its best when served almost shockingly cold.
Habit is habit, and not to be flung out of the window by any man, but coaxed
down-stairs a step at a time.
— Mark Twain, “Pudd’nhead Wilson’s Calendar