L’Abattoir

“You like whisky? You should have the Donald Draper,” said a dark-haired, cheery waitress. I called her establishment out on the real-life clickbait-iness of naming a cocktail after the suave and dapper fictional protagonist of, in my opinion, the best television series ever produced. “Trust me,” she insisted, “it is a favourite.” Would the ad man have…

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