My first Moscow Mule tasted like a dream, which seems obvious for me. After all, I started and ended as a vodka drinker. I love mint, I love lime, I'm a pig for ginger beer and what is cooler (and looks cooler) than a little copper mug?
"Bartender? Oh bartender, I'll take ten mules — for me — and please give the young lady whatever she wants," seems like the appropriate way to summarize my mule days.
