“Now, that is a cocktail,” I observed.

There were two plastic stirrers in it. And a handful of crystal-clear, standard-issue machine ice that read like not quite enough.

But that was only because the drink seemed like a triple.

Note: I was not mad about it.

There’s nothing to be mad about at Linda’s La Cantina. The place is pretty much perfect.

There was nothing wrong with the $7 “Linda’s House Red” I’d ordered in the first place. It just seemed like a natural pick in this venerable family steakhouse, which has been serving Orlando since 1947. Generous pour, too. The chilled Chianti just wasn’t my jam.

So, when a gent wandered past my table amid the mix of silver-haired early birds and millennials in WWE shirts, getting their dudebro on pre-Smackdown, the drink in his hand caught

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