When all beer is gone, the early house on the Quays does not yet open for 2 hours and the host Mario thinks he has hit on a plan to see us through the hellish interval.
Never really had the same allure after that.
Lots of ice, squeezed wedge of lime. And most importantly, not f**king GOrdon's tonic
4 or 5 in a pint glass topped up with tonic.
Afternoon drink when feeling very rough.
But I will not forget it.