You’ve had a long day, and you decide to wind down by going to a local bar in downtown London. Great idea, right? Right.

You quickly duck inside to get away from the chilly breeze, making your way to the bartop and sliding into a stool, thinking of what you’d like to drink. Nothing too weak, but nothing too strong.

As you make up your mind, the bartender appears in front of you, as if on cue, with a gentle smile.

“Hello, love.” He says, his English accent thick and lovely. “What can I get for you on this cold night? You look like you need something that’ll warm you up from the inside out.”