An American is touring Scotland.
He wants to try some of the local genuine single malt, so he goes into a pub and orders it with soda, the bartender
(I don't know if that's what they're called over there, I'm sure I'll find out
) scowls and gets his order.
The man drinks it and is not impressed.
He orders one with water, again, not impressed so he asks for one on the rocks. Still not all it's cracked up to be.
Finally he orders one neat.
The bartender sighs and says "It's aboot time laddie, ya done roont the first three".
