Shucks to your martini list

Friday night and every bar on College Street was packed with hipsters. We found a table on a "heated" patio. The waitress handed us a menu and I was about to say that no one will be eating when I realized that it was, in fact, a lengthy list of fancy martinis.
In an act of outright rebellion, Chris V. and Craig R. decided to only order old-school drinks - ones that would never be found on any martini list. They started with some random choices: a Jager-bomb for Craig and a flaming sambuca for Chris. Note to anyone who has never had a flaming sambuca -- yes, you blow it out before you drink it, yes it tastes disgusting, and no, you should not try to relight it once it's in your mouth.
Next it was on to White Russians (vodka, kahlua, milk). The server said that kids and novice drinkers order white russians, because it's one of the few cocktails they know to order and they believe it will go down easy. I would like to refute this claim. I think it's an aquired taste, and would cite The Big Lebowski as clearly being no novice.
Now, by this time everyone was a little loosened up, and I think I can be forgiven for my peals of hysterical giggles when Craig, totally deadpan, ordered two Mint Juleps (muddle fresh mint with superfine sugar, add ice, pour in bourbon and stir). Shock followed when the waitress said "No." Indignation at being cut off from classic American cocktails was replaced by grateful surprise when she showed up with two of the minty southern drinks. Apparently, trendy bars all stock fresh mint so they can make mojitos.
I apologize to Craig and Chris for suggesting the following drink. I swear, I only mentioned it because it is so old fashioned and funny. I never thought you would order the Pink Lady (gin, milk and grenadine, garnished with a cherry). I suppose they were drunk enough not to be too repulsed by the frothy pink concoction when it arrived.
The evening was rounded out by some Classic Old-Fashioneds (muddle bitters with sugar, add ice, pour in bourbon and stir, garnish with orange and cherry).
Gentlemen, I applaud your staunch commitment to ignoring the martini list and challenging the bartender to get back to basics. I can only imagine what the insides of your brain felt like on Saturday morning.