ONE WEDNESDAY EVENING NOT LONG AGO, I found myself in the mood for a cocktail. That was the extent of my craving—general and nonspecific—which was peculiar. Normally, I’m a creature of habit: I order either a Negroni or a Jameson on the rocks, and rarely much else. But that night, for whatever reason, I was feeling audacious. I swung by the recently opened mixology haven BarFish on King West, sat at the bar, and asked the head bartender Nishan to make me whatever he would normally drink himself. After enjoying it thoroughly, I asked Nishan what his favourite bar in the city was outside of his place of employ. Then I went there, and did the exact same thing. And suddenly, a game was born: I like to call it “Bartender Telephone.” Here’s what happened the first time I played.