A very mild after-dinner cigar rolled before my eyes by one Mr. Lopez.
(My sister took me to a Cuban restaurant--I'm full of rum and roast pork, and this fellow sets up shop in the corner, hand-rolling cigars. Best of all, they're free; it's a perk of the retaurant, and he's just working for tips... I suspect this is the one perk of NYC's awful tobacco tax code. Alas, I couldn't light up in the restaurant, but still!)