Still, I try to avoid ordering Shirley Temples.
Same. I much prefer Roy Rogers.
More manly, and what.
I usually order a Godfather, regardless of the fact that more often than not I have to explain to the bartender what it is. Unfortunately, sometimes it’s assumed that I’m doing that because I can’t drink the scotch neat, and so it ends up being less than 1/3 scotch, rather than half (the way it’s supposed to be) or 2/3 (the way I mix them myself).
And originally developed as a mixer for whiskey, no less. I’ve been meaning to give this a try for a while now, but haven’t had any whiskey on hand.
Somewhat tangential to the topic, as the drink would only give you credibility with classic movie fans, but one day I hope to find a suitably serious cocktail place to have a Louisiana Flip. Something sweet and cold… 
I definitely recall drinking Mountain Dew in the 1960s. There’s even a Mountain Dew thread in her somewhere. It was especially marketed hard where my grandmother lived Arkansas, with a heavy hillbilly theme including at the now-defunct Dogpatch USA theme park that was based on Al Capp’s Li’l Abner comic strip.
Very well said.
My problem is that the only cocktail-type drinks I like are fruity girl drinks. I’d love to be able to order some great scotch neat or whatever, but I just find the stuff intolerable. I’m sitting here trying to drink some Jack Daniels and failing. And I can’t stand gin & tonics.
This isn’t a problem in social situations, because I like beer, or I’ll get a fruity girl drink if I want one.
But in a work-type situation…well, I just don’t know what to do. I’m afraid ordering beer might seem weird. Do you think it would be?
Up until now, I’ve been lucky enough to be able to go along with someone else’s wine order and not expose my oenignorance. But if I had to order it myself, I’d be stuck.
ETA–good news…just tried some Tanqueray. (I have a ton of booze in the house). I can work with this…I just can’t order a martini because I’d spill it everywhere.
That’s me, they don’t charge me much for it, and I eat the lime for a kick, hoping for a chunk not a slice.
A couple of my girlfriends drink Vodka with diet coke. They don’t like it when it’s my round and I order it for them … two VD’s please! 
Depends where you are and what sort of person you co-workers think you are. For some people, it can seem a bit “Unladylike” to drink beer. Bacardi & Coke is quite nice, though, and an acceptable “work do” drink, IMHO. 
I don’t care if my date orders a Budweiser, a White Russian, or 100 year old scotch over ice; he’d better tip well if he wants to hold my good opinion.
Order more than three of the high octane drinks over the course of a few hours, and I’ll be wondering if a trip to the “Betty Ford Clinic” isn’t in your future. Or “Crossroads” if the former is too girly.
Sniff! Anyone with taste drinks turpentine while smelling an oily rag as a chaser!
Obviously, a lot of people do care. The question is - really - do you care if some stranger at the bar next to you thinks “appletini, really?” Now, you might care if your date or coworkers think that. A date - I’d say they’d better get used to you drinking trendy sweet girly martinis or maybe you aren’t cut out for each other. Your coworkers - those you might need to impress with someone other than “the real you” - depending on your job and the coworkers.
Or gains insta-cred for “drinking like a man.” I’m not even going to start on whether or not that’s a compliment, so moving along, you’re all right if you order a decent beer.
Or you can do what I did:
Refuse (politely) to drink alcohol for your entire life, then one night at a work party mention you’re giving alcoholic drinks a shot. Guaranteed, whatever you order will be totally acceptable.
This wins the thread!
Wasn’t obvious to me. I thought folks were just having a bit of fun. The kind of way we might tease someone for listening to Barry Manilow, but not really judging them truly for it. Hey, I might tease a friend for ordering milk in a bar, but I wouldn’t truly care. If I ever met someone who honesttogod cared about what someone else ordered in a bar…well, I would just laugh and laugh at them.
I’m with you, Nzinga. For example, Chicagoans razz others (fellow Chicago-area dwellers especially) for putting ketchup on a hot dog. But nobody really gives a fuck.
I ain’t at the bar to look credible, I’m there for your nachos and a Porn Star.
As for work drinks, I’ve never gone with a client, just coworkers. And you know what? I’m already the chick with the Hello Kitty coffee mug and this pic on my office door, but when it’s time to get down to business, I bring my best game to the table. Ordering a Porn Star or a Long Island Iced Tea in front of my boss doesn’t mean anything other than ‘kushiel doesn’t like the taste of alcohol and likes fruity drinks’.
Besides, I wasn’t the employee who got drunk at an industry convention. Now that is a story…most bosses probably won’t care what you drink as long as you can hold it. 
Vodka martini…shaken, NOT stirred!
or Ripple and soda!
Now I kind of want to order a banana dacquiri with 30-year old single malt scotch to see what kind of reaction I get…
While this thread is drawn out and all over the place, and is the very type of thread I avoid… I’d still like to opine:
A confident, down-to-earth person can order anything they want, if it truly is what they want, and they carry it, hold it and drink it like the very down-to-earth, respected person they are and make no apologies for it and are not really in it to impress anyone.
As soon as one puts an iota of thought into making someone else think they are credible, the whole ‘‘credible thing’’ goes out the window.
I drink Dirty Martinis and will order a full-bodied draft beer as I see fit. If you are a down-to-earth person and you order Red Bull and flavored vodka and are with me, and you like that drink and I respect you, all is good.
If I go into a pub with you that has 257 varieties of beer on tap and you order a Coors Light in a bottle, you are a douchebag and should have your skirt shortened… you freaking clueless wuss.
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