دانلود رمان انگلیسی “کابوس در لهستان”

The Rhine Cocktail was the drink that year, for some inexplicable reason. I was probably making 50 of them a night. It meant, among other things, having a half-dozen bottles of Champagne chilling in ice buckets under the bar. If I managed not to kick over one of them during my shift, I considered it a successful night. The Rhine Cocktail: one ounce of brandy — they all wanted Asbach Uralt — followed by one ounce of Cointreau Triple Sec and a half-ounce of Prunella, a particular vile bit of business. Mix that mess together with a dash of bitters and then spoil some perfectly fine Champagne by pouring it over the top to fill the glass. Voilà, the Rhine Cocktail. “Drinking water from the river itself out of a rubber boot would taste better,” I said to Alfred Greschner. He had come for a refill of his club soda glass. He was behind the bar and getting it himself, which was fine, seeing as how he owned the place. “Don’t account for their taste…” Alfred said. “…just count their money,” I said, completing the old man’s favorite couplet.