After a day of impulse shopping at Tiffany's (yes, a day) I can drown my sorrows in a sweet concoction of mortar and pestle ground mint leaves, rum, sugar and other secret ingredients.
I can also sit at the bar alone, drink a lot and make an assortment of well-to-do and wanna-be-well-do-do friends.
I have tried this in Glasgow and Stockholm and ended up with no friends and a large tab. Let's hope they can be fire free for awhile.
