“Come, let me buy you a drink...”

I have never used this line to try win the heart of any woman, but for some reason it apparently can work, despite the fact you’re effectively saying, “Come, let me try lower your inhibitions so that I stand a chance of this leading somewhere...”

The whole “let me buy you a drink” concept is a cultural anomaly.  We don’t observe this practise with other things.  When last did a relative stranger come up to you at a fast food place and say, “Come, let me buy you a burger...”

Cocktail menus can often cause unnecessary embarrassment.  There seems to be a trend to come up with innuendo heavy names which surely can serve no purpose other than to make you blush when you tell the waitress you’d like a ‘Slippery Bald Beaver’.

Tonight we're playing at a cocktail and tapas bar called Julep (in Vredenburg Lane off Long Street) in town.  We've got three mojito vouchers to give away for the show, so the first three people who comment on this blog can come have a free drink with us tonight.