A near death experience at the Pegu Club

I am in New York, waiting for a car to take me back to the airport, but thought I should share the true and terrifying tale of what happened to me last night at the Pegu Club.

It was my first time there (I know, right?) and everything was going as expected- the drinks were solid and the execution was spot on.

Then this happened: in the middle of a conversation about extra-anejo tequilas I used the expression "density of flavor experience" and the person to whom I was speaking did not, as you might expect, rip the martini glass off the stem and plunge it into my throat.

So it's a miracle that I am alive today.