[ WP ] A man walks into a bar that will serve any drink its customer wants . Over the course of a few rounds , our drinker realises the bar will serve ANY drink .

James chuckled as he read the sign. `` Your Heart's Desire''. What a quaint name for a bar; it reminded him faintly of something he might have read once in a book. Still, amusing as it was, it remained shy of unique. Just one of many in a spate of themed bars in Seattle, a recommendation picked by chance from his blog's comment section. James had been to a dozen bars like it in his career, and as he entered he resigned himself to the typical themed bar experience. 
 
 His experienced eyes took in the room in a second, breathed the atmosphere of the place. An eyebrow arched in surprise as his initial judgment was subverted. The quirky music and homebrewed decorations he had come to expect from themed bars were absent, replaced instead by the subtle tunes and tasteful decor of a classier, more professional establishment. The crowd, too, was atypical for such a usually relaxed environment. The half dozen patrons were all clustered in silence among the numerous tables that made up the floor. 
 
 As James' tramped towards the bar, he was all too aware of the scuff marks his worn shoes left on the lacquered floor. The barkeep's pointed glance behind James as he slid onto a bar stool made sure of that. 
 
 `` Whaddya serve here?'' James asked, nerves breaking his usual formal and professional speech. 
 
 `` Ask.'' 
 
 The abrupt and unexpected answer threw James off even further. He was used to eager, uncertain bartender's rattling off a torrent of suggestions in an attempt to qualify themselves. 
 
 `` Guinness, I suppose,'' James intoned as he leaned back, attempting to reassert his frame of casual indifference. The bartender, unfazed, gave a brief nod before turning to the lone tap behind the bar. James whiled away the awkward seconds of waiting by examining the bar he had yet to consider. His eyes alighted on the sign over the lone keg that made up the back. The name of the establishment, `` Your Heart's Desire'', in place of a traditional beverage name. Curious. 
 
 `` Enjoy.'' 
 
 The thud of James' Guinness broke his concentration. A grateful nod was all James gave before he dove in, eager to steel his nerves with the drink. As he wiped the stout off his lips, his confidence surged back. It was, by all accounts, an average drink. And, if the lone keg of Guinness was an accurate indicator of all the bartender had to offer... 
 
 James stretched and yawned before sliding his glass back across the bar. `` Now that I've whet my appetite,'' he drawled, `` I'll try something new. Surprise me.'' 
 
 The corner of the man's lips twitched upwards in a momentary, smug smile. `` As you wish.'' 
 
 This time the wait was brief. It seemed as if the man had only just turned when the glass was pushed back towards James once more. There was no banter between the two this time, only silent eye contact as James stirred his drink in silence. Maintaining nonchalant eye contact, James lifted the drink in a silent cheers before downing it as he had the Guinness. He set it down, mouth already opened to deliver smug condemnation, and stopped short as the taste registered. He examined the glass in wonder as memories of childhood came flooding back to him, sparked by the taste of a unique juice he and his mother had spent hours designing. 
 
 `` Your heart's desire,'' The bartender said, a bemused expression on his face. 
 
 James decided then and there to give the place a ten. 

