"I made up a new cocktail recipe," the bartender said, putting a glass in front of me. He was a bearded hipster guy wearing suspenders and a bow tie.
"I call it a fever #pitch!"
Expecting something very high in alcohol, I picked it up and took a tentative sip.
"Augh!"
The bartender leaned forward and spoke in conspiratorial whisper. "It's got cayenne pepper!"
