Well, at least not in 1865, that is, according to this travel tale in the Sydney Morning Herald on 5 June 1865 by name of “America in the Midst of War: Low Life in New York”:
The first "full-blooded " establishment we entered was many degrees noisier than the lager beer saloons. There was an atmosphere of roughness and rowdyism not to be mistaken. The same respectable and blue spectacled Germans were sawing away at the double bass or blowing lustily into brazen instruments in the orchestra; but little attention was paid to the music. There was much beer about, but it was not all lager. Philadelphia and Albany ale, and an especially nasty compound retailed in ginger beer bottles, and libellously called "Edinburgh ale" were plentiful; nor was a dreadful combination of turpentine and white rye whisky, falsely called "London Dock gin," wanting. This colourless poison is brewed from I know not what, unless from the most inferior rye, but it forms the basis of much hell-broth, sold indifferently as gin and whisky. It tastes like camphine which has been racked through a cask full of Seven Dials " all sorts." It is not unlike the Russian vodka; but it must be less pure, and consequently more unwholesome. In Canada it goes by the name of " fixed bayonets," and is much affected by the military stationed there - in fact, overdoses of " fixed bayonets " have brought many a gallant, foolish British soldier to the halberts.
You know, one of the plainest effects of the writing the Ontario beer book with Jordan and diving back into the Albany's beer history for that book with Craig is the sneaking suspicion that the temperance crowd of the second half of the 1800s not only had it exactly right but... we is them. No matter what your drinking habits are, I suspect none of you are drinking a hell-broth called fixed bayonets on your way to the halberts.
Halberts? No, me neither until now. Viva not drinking fixed bayonets on way to the halberts! Viva!! Viva!!! Errr... funny that I was no strick by this so much on the book with Max. By the way, a second installment of our excellent adventures through time and space is in the works. Short stories. Like the Hardy Boys series but with more... colourless poison.