Yoga and the restaurant industry go together like booze and the restaurant industry
TERMS OF SERVICE: NO SHAME IN SERVICE GAME
We do it for the people. And the tips, but mainly the people.
TERMS OF SERVICE: SPEED POURERS
Twenty to twenty-five women from each region are selected to compete in time trials, with the fastest eight then chosen to proceed on stage and face off round-robin style, vying for the Miss Speed Rack title and bragging rights as their region’s fastest guns.
BAR HAVOC: JUST ANOTHER NIGHT
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, […]
BAR HAVOC: A LONG DECEMBER
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.
BEING SNOTTY
The DJ hadn’t even started, so I thought I had some time before amateur hour began. I was wrong.
YOUR 2014 HOLIDAY GIFT GUIDE
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 […]
BAR HAVOC: LOVELY EVENING
The thing to remember is this: You are drunk. I am not.
THE MEDICINE
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.
BAR HAVOC: OF BOOZE AND BARF
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.
