A bar to die for.
The special ingredient?
Love. And arsenic.
I don’t care if this is the hippest joint in New Taipei City; I’m not drinking here. Martinis as dry as a corpse in the desert. Long Island Ice Tea? More like Three Mile Island, am I right?
I’ll be here all week, folks. Don’t forget to tip your waitress.
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