It’s Ok, We’re In Gramercy

Nick and I situated ourselves at a restaurant on a sidewalk table and chairs, behaving as typical New Yorker’s do on a Saturday afternoon, enjoying a few cocktails. We ordered a second round of cocktails, and as it always ends up that Nick’s cocktails always look “fruitier” than mine, I asked the waiter “Is that like a girly looking drink he ordered?” The waiter laughed but didn’t say anything. I emphasized, “It’s just that every time we order drinks, I always wind up with the sophisticated looking drink, and his always winds up being girly looking.” To which the waiter replied, “It’s Ok, we’re in Chelsea.”
The waiter returned with our drinks a few minutes later. My drink was clear and had one lime on the glass. Nick’s drink resembled a strawberry smoothie. I immediately began laughing, and the waiter sarcastically declared, “At least I didn’t include the umbrella.”