When mixing cocktails, it is inevitable to use auxiliary ingredients such as fruit juice, egg white, milk, coffee, etc. At this time, the bartender's technique is very critical. For the same two glasses of Manhattan, the whiskey used is more than 40 degrees and the vermouth is more than 10 degrees. When the bartender pours the wine, if the whiskey is slightly more or the vermouth is slightly more, the final alcohol content will be completely different.
The cocktails in front of Rock are mostly those with more vermouth.
The cocktail in front of the soldier contained slightly more whiskey.
Don't underestimate this point. Little by little, it adds up to a lot, and in the end, this is what determines victory or defeat.
No wonder Rock felt the taste was a bit bland when he took his first sip.
Normally, the bartender recommended by Ada shouldn't make such a mistake, but now it seems -
I must give you a raise later!
Rock couldn't stand the cocktails with special ingredients. After just the third drink, he suggested changing the way of drinking and playing a game.
The game played in the bar is, of course, darts.
The sport of darts originated in Britain in the 15th century. At the end of the 19th century, Berrien Gamling invented the dart scoring system. At the beginning of the 20th century, darts became a common entertainment in bars.
Of course, the "common" here refers to being common in the UK. In the Cape, darts has not yet become popular, so there are no darts in the Table Mountain Bar.
It was a miracle that the Oak Bar had this game, which even the largest Table Mountain Bar in Cape Town did not have. When the bar girl in maid uniform brought out the dart board, the soldiers were silent for a short time, and then burst into applause. Tears were visibly in the eyes of several soldiers.
This is the Cape, and you can see games that are only available in the UK. The emotions that erupted instantly are like Chinese people living abroad who suddenly found a breakfast shop selling tofu pudding. (Why is it that every example is about food? It is indeed a foodie empire)
Salty!
Of course you can also put sugar -
(Having written this, Yutou suddenly realized that he was old. If it were in the past, he would never have added the latter sentence—in fact, he is not that old. If he was really old, he would not have written the former sentence.)
The rules of darts are simple and clear. Different areas on the dart board are marked with colors. The highest score is 60 points. Three darts are thrown at a time, and the full score is 180. It was not until 1902 that someone achieved this result.
Rock is also a master of darts . In fact, darts and shooting are similar, both require tacit coordination of hands, eyes and body. Rock's shooting skills are top-notch, and darts are naturally not bad either. When Ada brought the darts over a few days ago, Rock tried it and easily got a full score of 180.
The atmosphere in the bar was lively. After the darts were taken out, the soldiers were eager to try. The unlucky guy on the ground was carried to the corner by the soldiers to avoid being an eyesore.
Rock weighed the dart and didn't need to aim at all. He stood in a T-shaped stance casually, without leaning forward like those professional masters. He threw the dart as close to the target as possible, holding the wine glass in one hand and throwing it out casually.
60 points!
What's rare is that the wine in the glass didn't even shake.
The 60-point area is three times the 20-point area just above the 50-point area of ​​the bull's eye. The area of ​​the entire area is about two square centimeters. When placed on a one-foot square target board, you can imagine how difficult it is.
What's even more difficult is that in order to get 180 points, all three darts must remain in the 60-point area, which requires that the landing points of each dart be evenly distributed. Otherwise, even if the first two darts are thrown in the 60-point area, there will not be enough space for the third dart.
This kind of problem will definitely not occur here in Rock. The second dart——
A solid 60 points.
The third dart——
The rear wing touched the dart next to it, but it still remained in the 60-point area.
When he saw the tail of the dart collide , Rock's heart ached and his body tilted unconsciously. Only when he saw that the dart was still in the 60-point area did he breathe a sigh of relief.
Unexpectedly, this would have a better effect. If there were no mistakes, the soldiers would have suspected that Rock was a God. Now it's better, at least Rock is still a mortal.
But in the eyes of those soldiers, Rock's dart skills were almost miraculous.
"180 points!" a soldier couldn't help but exclaim, his voice full of praise and the honor of witnessing it with his own eyes.
"Amazing!"
“Incredible!”
"Show your holiness before the people!" (What the hell is this!)
More exclamations were heard, followed by loud whistles and applause.
Rock picked up a glass of wine, handed it to a soldier next to him, and then asked everyone to raise their glasses at the same time.
A large and neatly arranged group of people were saying “I’m so angry!”
This time, all the evidence has disappeared, and from then on, the perfect legend of a god of wine and a god of darts remains in the Oak Bar.
Back on the rooftop, Ada dragged Rock directly back to the bedroom. She had too many emotions that needed to be released, and if they were not released in time, it would easily lead to endocrine disorders.
There was a party going on in the bar downstairs, the soldiers were drinking and playing darts, and occasionally someone would flirt with the bar girls, but it was only verbal, and the atmosphere was really lively.
In fact, the battle upstairs was more intense.
In the evening, when the bar was actually opening, more soldiers flocked in, and off-duty policemen would also come to the bar for a drink. Rock promptly announced that during the three-day trial operation of the bar, all drinks would be 20% off, and a large fruit plate would be given for every bottle purchased. The soldiers and policemen were so enthusiastic as if they had found a great bargain. The two bartenders and four bar girls were so busy that they were sweating all over. The four K2s had no place to sit, and were squeezed outside the bar to serve as doormen. Fortunately, there were no female customers at the Oak Bar, otherwise they would have been scared.
Rock also sat at the bar and ordered a glass of tiger bone wine to fill the emptiness in his heart. Ada was still asleep and probably wouldn't get up until tomorrow. Tiger bone wine was really good.
It’s hard to imagine that there are tiger bones in the Cape!
Rock always thought that there were no tigers in the Cape, but this is not surprising. Because of the Boer War, there are many strange things in the Cape Town market. A few days ago, Anton brought some ginseng to Rock. It was not the American ginseng native to the United States and Canada, but the ginseng native to the northeast of the Qing Dynasty.
Although ginseng is good, Rock cannot use it. Unlike American ginseng which is nourishing and reduces fire, ginseng can boost energy and help fire, and its effects are completely opposite. Rock is young and energetic now, so he does not need the help of ginseng. Tiger bone is a good choice.
Just when they had finished half of a glass of tiger bone wine, a major and two captains walked into the bar, and the voices of the soldiers and police suddenly became much quieter.
"Are you Locke? Locke from the Cape Town Police Department ?" The major had obviously heard of Rock's name.
"Yes, Mr. Major, welcome to the Oak Bar." Rock was neither arrogant nor humble, and raised his glass to the major, saying, "Henry, give our Mr. Major a Manhattan. It's my treat."
"Do you own this bar?" the major was very curious.