Guy comes up to the bar, older gentleman, wearing an Iowa Hawkeye windbreaker. He yells, ’cause the music’s so loud, CAN I GET A SEAGRAM’S AND 7? WHAT? I say. CAN I GET A SEAGRAM’S AND 7? I gotta think for at least a second. Seagram’s? Oh yeah, Seagram’s 7. He wants a 7 and 7.
Listen, people, and listen good. When one man comes along, a great, genius man, and says, for the first time, Herb…get me a 7 and 7, you heed the call of brilliance, and just respect. There you go, dude. Right there. It’s a 7 and 7. And I’ve been calling it a Seagram’s and 7 all along.
I make the 7 AND 7, put a straw in the 7 AND 7, hand him the 7 AND 7, and say, HERE’S YOUR SEAGRAM’S AND 7.
‘Cause you know I don’t feel like correcting him. But inside, my heart pleads with the world, IT’S A 7 AND 7, DAMN IT.
From my heart to yours,
Clint Curtis. Bartender.