Last Saturday, four guys and two women were having drinks at a cocktail bar with a secret entrance and a "food-inspired" drinks menu with concoctions such as Hainanese Chicken Rice, Peanut Butter And Jelly Sandwich and Thai Mango Salad.
The drinks - about $25 a pop - were hit and miss, and after a round-robin of sippings and watching people's faces either light up or scrunch up, the conversation turned to: What is a drink that someone of the opposite sex orders when out with you that is viscerally unacceptable?
"Cosmopolitan," the two women chimed in unison.
It was 10 years ago, but the HBO hit series Sex And The City has essentially sealed this delicious mix of vodka, triple sec, lime and cranberry juice as a gossip- girls drink - to be had only when girly chatter is on the table.
The tide might turn in about 50 years, but until then, unless a man wants to be labelled a flaming Carrie Bradshaw minus the Manolos, cosmopolitan might be better off as an adjective he would use to describe himself.
"Anything -tini, really," said one of the women.
James Bond could order a dry martini and women would instantly get drunk on love. But if you asked for an appletini or lychee martini and then tell the bartender, "shaken, not stirred", hoping for the same effect, it might sober them up instead.
And if you're out on a first date or with business associates, anything sexually suggestive or downright dirty is also generally not a good idea. Sex On The Beach, Screaming Orgasm, Slippery Nipple. Perv alert.
Other viscerally unacceptable concoctions got tossed up: 1) Anything in radioactive blue or green, 2) Bloody Mary, 3) any drink that requires setting on fire, 4) the most expensive cocktail on the menu simply because you offered to pay.