The Quintessential taste of New Orleans

So said my atas (bourgeoisie) friend, who recommended the drink Mint Julep to me when i was going through the cocktail menu.

Being the absolutely ignorant peasant that I am - my esteemed friend has taken upon himself to elevate me from existing to living - I asked in earnest what the 'quintessential taste of New Orleans' is and how the recommended drink gives off that 'quintessential taste'. Whereupon my friend begain a slight introduction on the history of New Orleans (slaves, plantations etc). I was not the least bit tipsy, but I promptly forgot his entire explanation. After all, could i seriously be blamed if the atmoshere of the luxury bar was intoxicating my senses?

We had just finished our glass of Yamazaki Whisky. Earlier, my esteemed friend patiently explained to me the difference between a fine whisky and a lousy one (you could feel the latter which runs down your throat and leaves an irritating sensation). He even commented on the single, solid ice cube that accompanied the Whisky; it must surely be something about how it complemented the whisky.

I held the glass in my hand and took the first sip gingerly, like an excited but clueless proletariat who is tasting epicurean cuisine for the first time.

'Gulp.' I took a small amount, swirled it a little, felt and tasted it, then finally letting it run down my throat, believing that the sensation was, well, superior. I was trying my best to look the wise and appreciative, which must surely be de riguer for the atmosphere.

A fine evening it was, and I had been shown how to live, not just exist. In case you are mistaken, my esteemed friend was good company, and I had a relaxing night in a totally chill-out place.

Now, I just need to taste lousy whisky to appreciate a good whisky next.