Reaching a finer level of taste
One Friday night during Spring Break a couple of years ago, I went out with some friends to a bar in my hometown of Philadelphia. When I returned home that night, my dad, sitting in his reclining chair in the parlor, asked me where I had been. Without hesitation, I admitted to being at the bar. But then he asked me what I had to drink. I decided to be very honest and told him that I had a vodka tonic and some beers, to which he responded, "What kind of vodka?"

