It's a bitch to drink out of even stone cold sober. ESPECIALLY once the glass starts to sweat.
The interior volume is the same as that of a normal highball glass, too... meaning that in order to get an actual highball IN the motherfucker, you have to fill it ALL the way to the lower rim.
When I commented on the glass to the waitress, she said "well if you keep buying more, they get straighter!" I stared at her like she'd grown a third eye in the middle of her forehead and it was weeping feces.
The Black Bull, on Knox Abbott Drive. You know, that big restaurant that you're always like "... is that place even open?" if you drive by, even though it has a huge banner outside proclaiming that it is, for lunch and dinner.
The menu is pretty weird. Sort of mixed Mediterranean - some greek, some middle eastern, some italian, and just to top the whole fucking thing off the dish I had that night was paella. It wasn't BAD, but it wasn't anything like actual paella either. And the greek sausage slices in it were fucking awful, I picked those out after biting into the first one. Blecch. Coriander like it's going out of style.