If it’s not fresh, it’s not ‘dirty’ enough for Banks
Ever since my favorite Cup Noodles was removed from the intersection of Broadway and 45th, all the advertisements in Times Square do nothing for me except justify wearing sunglasses at night. I have no interest in buying men’s underwear or the latest toys, so I usually ignore the gigantic eyesores and concentrate on seething at the tourists that stop and gawk every five feet — except for one night a few weeks ago.
Ah. Well, I would argue that the actual source of the "problems with American drinking culture" relate to a girlish insistence on mixing alcohol with the adulterant of fruit juices. The author's assertion that one should "Know what’s going into your cocktail; you’ll be more aware of how much you’re drinking, and you’ll get more out of the whole experience," is absolutely true. The clearest way to achieve this goal, this experience, however, is not to mix. Simple, eh?
So I offer the following for your contemplation, perhaps consumption, and yes perhaps, edification, noting, however that in addition to not being suitable for minors, alcoholics, the pregnant, drinking may induce bouts of grandiosity, verbosity (does this need any further demonstration), often a combination of both, the "whirlies", and facial rug-burns.
Life Altering Drink
1 glass
1 Bottle of Single-Malt Scotch*. An excellent example, the Macallan 25.
Carefully open bottle. Pour some into the glass. Sip. Be transformed.
*King Cole Bar at the St. Regis optional.
KT
PS Times Square does not "represents the beacon of American capitalism," rather the epicenter of American consumerism, flashing lights and surface detail included.