A man walks into a bar and orders a Manhattan. The bartender quickly and expertly pours a shot of rye, half a shot of vermouth and a cuple dashes of bitters into his shaker, slides in a hefty scoop of ice and gives it a rapid but thorough stir. He quickly strains it into a thoroughly-chilled glass and then, with a flourish, drops a sprig of parsley right in the middle of the drink and slides it over to his customer. The man, dumbfounded, points at the parsley and says "you were going great right until the end, but what the hell is that?"
...courtesy of David Wondrich