Where everybody knows my name.
For some reason, I love to be associated with things (uh, like drinks). At the bar at my school, there was a drink called the "Winne." (You might still be able to get this! I think it was written on an index card in the drink rolodex behind the bar. To be fair, I was kind of dating a bartender who worked there, so I don't think most patrons got their own drinks.) I probably wouldn't like the Winne much now--it was pretty "girly," involving fruit juices and coconut rum (I was a Malibu fiend in college--another bartender there would make me a Malibu and Diet Coke as soon as he saw me walk in), but still, it was mine.
This whole thing is making me realize that perhaps I should focus more on recognition for coffee drinks and less on alcoholic drinks in the future. You know, in the interest of my liver and all.