Sometimes the easiest way to get a lock on the fast life is to just slow the hell down and look around once in a while.
I was given a room and a pass to this year's Mohegan Sun Brewfest at the beginning of October. I drank, and then drank, and then drank a lot more.
There are a handful of sounds that exist in the universe that only bartenders understand. Our ears are trained to pick these things up from just a few feet off to entire rooms away. Say, the tap-slap of a credit card being placed down after a meal, or the clunk-splash of a 16oz glass being knocked over and spilling. And, of course, the unmistakable sploosh-splat of vomit.
Toste will focus on bringing elements of the old to embolden the new, but ultimately the food will dictate the palate.
The brain behind your bar trivia questions wrote a book
“Vodka is defined by being flavorless and odorless and tasteless. You may as well be making rubbing alcohol.”
“We wanted to facilitate the in-bar dynamic, instead of recreate it.”