Every other time I order a Rusty Nail, the bartender either has to ask me what it is or wonders if they even have Drambuie. I've already spotted it, because goddamn what's more annoying than people ordering a drink that the bartender can't make? They then reach way back behind some goddamn nut liquor to pull it out. You can see the dust trailing off the bottle as it crosses to the pour station to fill me up. I don't love it as a drink but I like one once in a while. I always put the bitters on the sugar cube for an old fashioned. drop a quarter of an orange wheel and cherry in with half the ice you'd put in a regular bucket and muddle the shit out of it. Shake and pour the whole thing in the bucket. Rinse the shaker with a sprits of soda and dump it into the bucket. It's my favorite old fashioned, no garnish.
We have reached an era where you're better off knocking the "mixologist" off his equilibrium than you are trusting him. Case in point - you're no longer tending bar, I'm no longer working in bars, and nobody aspires to be a "bartender" anymore. It's "mixology" now.