The New York Times has a great and important essay on the most vile form of discrimination known to modern humanity: the sexist pour.
A few weeks ago I settled down at the bar at Lombardi's for the inevitable table wait for one of those sublime pizzas and ordered my drink. My husband ordered the same thing. I watched as the bartender filled two tall glasses with ice. He poured bourbon into the first glass, a healthy amount, then squirted some soda on top. In the second glass he poured the bourbon and soda simultaneously, rendering it the color of a weak ginger ale. Guess which one was mine?
If you can do so without smashing a martini glass into the monitor, read the whole thing. And as long as New York is exerting dictatorial control over the city's restaurants, how about a Title IX for booze?