“I said I love porters, but don’t know about double chocolate,” Drescher says. “But I said if [Narragansett’s] brewer thinks it’s a home run to go with it.”
Thus, I shuffle on, head held high, with lessons learned, friends made, and an avoidance of all saccharine sentiment and the piling up of moist tissues, soggy with the tears of the newest member of the “Laid Off From DigBoston Club.”
Titled What Happened Here: Year One at Papercuts J.P., the book will be published through the crowdsourced publishing company Inkshares.
“I wanted to make it 9 percent and bars were like, “9 percent beer? I don’t know dude…’”
Fall in the Hub can be the best time to get a lineup of killer new theatrical productions and the new or fresh-off-a-summer-renovations spots to eat at before or after a show on one’s radar.
Those chosen will then compete in a draw-off at the Palm downtown on a date TBD, with the winner landing the resident artist gig…to handle any of the 6-12 faces per month the Palm will be assigning at $65/face. Do the math.
“There are [Metaxas] where if I poured you a shot of it, it’s basically like a rum and a sherry: a really beautiful smell, aromatic and complex, dry and nutty on the palate.”
The proof in the non-profit job-creation pudding is more than ample.
Keep this bookmarked through the school year, and, in the words of the patron saint of getting wild, Andrew W.K.: “Party till you puke.”
Of course, to anyone familiar with Scialabba’s journalism, this is far less perilous a career move than your average retiree deciding to blog about lawncare maintenance in the winter of their professional life.