I had forgotten how amazing it feels to get your name in Donkey Kong’s high score list — and the satisfaction of watching a pixilated ape fall and land squarely on his head. It had been a long time since I’d pumped quarter after quarter into a Donkey Kong machine, and the last time I did so, I’m pretty sure I wasn’t able to legally enjoy something as tasty as What I Drink, a summery concoction containing dark rum, house-made lemon soda and Amstel Light.