How come hoity-toity Manhattan gets to have its own signature cocktail but not the rest of the five boroughs? (And please don';t tell us that a "Staten Island Ferry" counts. When was the last time you saw someone order that who hadn';t lost a bet?) To address this issue, we';ve made a handy map you can wear around town. Now, we understand that stereotypes are ignorant and deeply unfair. They can also be fun. So, Brooklyn hipsters, you get the obscure, micro-brewed Pale Ale. Hardscrabble Bronxites, you get Brass Monkey. Staten Island girls, you get the Fuzzy Navel. (Don';t look surprised.) And Queens... Well, when you live in Queens, one drink at a time just isn';t enough. So you get the Boiler Maker. Cheers, everyone! To New York!
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