With the lack of liquid guns comes the necessity to line the bar with a plethora of two-liter bottles of pop. Diet Pepsi, Caffeine-Free Diet Coke, club soda, RC Cola, 7UP, maybe even generic fizz when the name brands are out of stock.
In essence, the Gateway's bar is a lot like your kitchen liquor cabinet. And when you're at home, do you pour yourself a weak drink? Of course not. You treat the carbonated stuff like parsley: strictly for show, not for consumption. Hence, when you take R. Kelly's "Ignition Remix" advice and order a rum-and-Coke, you may not get so much as a bubble of cola in your tumbler of ice.
When the rum of choice is Captain Morgan, the resulting beverage is, strictly speaking, a Captain & Captain. And although it would be physiologically wise to wince your way through just one of these puppies and call it a night, the ambience of the Gateway has a way of coaxing you into a second round, and perhaps a third.
In fact, by night's end you may well feel as if you're walking with one eye closed -- just like the optically patched Captain Morgan himself, only not so swashbuckling.