My night out with San Francisco’s robot bartenders
“I don’t trust these robots,” the long-haired guy next to me says while sipping a glass of draft beer. He got it at the bar behind us, from a human bartender. I, on the other hand, am holding a tiny Manhattan that has been mixed by a robot, dispensed through the phallus of a whimsical fountain fixture. Astonishingly, this has not deterred me from drinking it.

September 23, 2014 at 10:01PM
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