I’d like my alcohol to go, please.
I was in Baton Rouge over the weekend, and though I couldn’t find a drive-through daiquiri shop (trust me, they exist), my sister and I were able to walk out of a bar with these tiny cups.
We thought the barkeep was supposed to place tape over the straw holes, but when he didn’t, we didn’t object.
If you’ve never seen a wall of spinning daiquiri mixes—15 flavors, at least—I recommend finding one next time you find your way to south Louisiana.
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I have experienced this beautiful scene. It’s pure bliss.