- It had black coffee. I like anything with black coffee.
- It had a Tepid Toddy. I like anything with a Tepid Toddy. What? You've never heard of a Tepid Toddy? Oh, I suppose that might be because we invented (or at least christened) it on the spot. It's the poor but charming cousin of the Hot Toddy and consists of room-temperature bourbon, honey, and lemon.
- The Tepid Toddy was the back to the black coffee. I love the whole beverage back concept. You have Drinkable Item A. (We'll call it the primary). You have Drinkable Item B, the back. Elsewhere, each item may function as its own autonomous beverage, but here they are a unit, the primary and the back collectively forming a single drinking entity, a compound beverage, in which the back exists solely to complement (or possibly "chase") the primary, and together they form a whole greater than the sum of the parts.*
- It's really fun to say. Try it. Again. Louder. LOUDER!
And later we ate finger sandwiches pilfered from a private party. It was a good night.
* Some might object, "surely whiskey is the stronger stuff and consequently the primary." This is understandable but incorrect. Primacy is not inherent in the drinkable item; it is imposed by the intent of the drinker. A Tepid-Toddy-with-a-Black-Coffee-Back (T.T.W.A.B.C.B.) is its own distinct (and probably quite lovely) beverage, but that's not what we were drinking.