Nashville Flat Top

You come back from brunch after a night out in Nashville, and your first coffee-fueled, post-alcohol dump of the day is knocking at the door. You get to your room to find the maid cleaning the toilet and you have no choice but to go in the sink.

I got back to my hotel room, but the maid was in there, and I couldn’t hold it, so I had no choice but to make it a Nashville Flat Top.