Bars' refusal to provide straws for juices and smoothies reveals a story of a crime and a beautiful woman. A drink that I particularly appreciate in bars is the present peach smoothie with ice.
It is taken with a straw for many reasons: the ice, the density, even the flavor. Drinking directly from the metal container is uncomfortable and dangerous: the short slot, the annoying fuse. I don't know who the unfortunate person was who thought that straws harm the environment. Greta Thunberg? Al Gore? It's not that humanity is something so wonderful, twenty years or so will not essentially change the result. I prefer a world with sorbets. In fact, I'm thinking about starting some kind of smuggling, like during Prohibition. Al Capone of sorbet. Let me use straw.“A man, almost an archetype of the stabilized middle-class porteño - if something like that can still exist -, not defined by his marital status, between forties and fifties, healthy, awake, calm. Pondering the possible in the air, without anxiety or satiety. An individual to the rhythm of things, attentive to the immediate past, with the immediate future, with a reasonable effort. I mean the whole bar is altered than the predictable man who is more beautiful than I.