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I was waiting tables in a noisy lobster restaurant in Maine when a vacationing
Southerner stumped me with a drink order.

I approached the bartender and asked, “Have you ever heard of a drink called
Seven Young Blondes?”

He admitted he’d never heard of it, and grabbed a drink guidebook to look it up.
Unable to find the recipe, he then asked me to go back and tell the patron that
he’d be happy to make the drink if he could list the ingredients for him.

“Sir,” I asked the customer, “can you tell me what’s in that drink?”

He looked at me like I was crazy.

“It’s wine,” he said, pronouncing his words carefully, “Sauvignon blanc.”