You know, I drink in a lot of scumbag joints (King Cole Bar, The Carlyle, The Campbell Apartment) but there’s a place where I draw the line. And that place is probably not somewhere that served a panty remover cocktail, because I reflexively order the same thing every time I go out. Fortunately, or unfortunately, a certain Gloss writer (Jen D) is better at actually reading menus than I am. Accordingly, she is able to discover new levels of stupidity/scumbaggery. Please behold her review in response to the bar that serves the panty remover cocktail: