A few months into bartending at a busy and hip restaurant and bar, I thought I'd heard of it all. On one of the many late nights, a classically beautiful girl in her dock shoes and polo shirt asked politely for a Champagne Cocktail. I smiled and nodded. I casually whispered to my cohort if she was just using more words to make a glass of Champagne sound elegant — because I was tired and cranky and NOT impressed. “It's not like when your parents say ‘marijuana cigarette.’ Seriously? It's fucking classic and charming!” Many field tests later, I completely agree. Cheers Ms. Dock Shoes and Polo.