There are people who want to get as drunk as I had the night before and it’s my job to get them there.
New Year’s Eve I know I’ll spend New Year’s Eve right where I belong: behind the bar with a bottle opener in my back pocket and a martini shaker in my hand.
The DJ hadn’t even started, so I thought I had some time before amateur hour began. I was wrong.
The thing to remember is this: You are drunk. I am not.
Somerville just got an all-season outdoor taproom. Yes, there will be Fluff, too.
With winter right around the corner, I thought I, your friendly neighborhood bartender. would share three solid tips on how to get through the next four miserable months.
Salem was expected to have 100,000 people milling around this year, and my friend Meg and I wanted to make sure we procured some bar seats in town. We settled into our watering hole and downed pumpkin ales and shots of Fireball.