On Saturday before dinner in San Antonio, we stopped at the Esquire Tavern for a quick drink. It is considered the oldest bar on the River Walk (since 1933) and has the longest bar in Texas or something like that – over 100 feet long.
They had a lot of fancy cocktails with liquor names I had never heard of before, which everyone tried except for pregnant Mae and me. I had to stand in solidarity with my sister so I had an iced tea. Also I didn’t want to fall asleep before dinner. The guy that served the cocktails had the most ridiculous mustache which I think qualified him to serve such hipster drinks.