Ouzo. Neat. (a.k.a. Happy 26th Anniversary to my long-suffering husband)

Waiter: Would you like an after dinner drink? 
Me: Hmmm...do you have any other grappas that aren't on the menu?
Waiter: Um, well...what are you looking for?
Me: Like, a grappa, but something the chef smuggled over from the old country. A bottle without a label. A bottle with something growing in it.
Waiter: We have Ouzo...but it's very strong.
Me: Can it take the paint off a car? 
Waiter: ...
Me: Like, if I dip my finger in it, will it dissolve my nail polish?
Waiter: Well, I can't drink it, it's too strong for me
Me: (disapproving side eye) Just bring it.
Waiter: How do you want that? With ice?
Me: ....
Waiter: Um, okay, neat then.
Me: Thank you.