For bartenders the appeal and general concept of New Year’s Eve is completely lost. It’s certainly more than just another night, but we don’t get to enjoy it the way the rest of the world does. I can’t remember any champagne toasts, no glitzy dresses, and I certainly don’t remember any midnight kisses worth noting, […]
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.
IMAGES BY SCOTT MURRY @HOTDOGTACO. RESEARCH AND CURATION BY DAN MCCARTHY, SCOTT MURRY, PAIGE KENNERY, KAREN CINPINSKI, AND KEVIN SMITH You can hear it when you close your eyes. In the last moments of consciousness before you drift off to sleep at night. And just as you wake up in the morning. The incessant […]
The thing to remember is this: You are drunk. I am not.
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.
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.
There reaches a point when you should just stop, and go home while you’re ahead. Newsflash: That girl is not going to call you. She wants pizza.
As you, my little droogies, have often shown, sometimes ordering isn’t as easy as you would think.