There are people who want to get as drunk as I had the night before and it’s my job to get them there.
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.
TODAY IN LICENSING: DOT 2 DOT CAFE IN DORCHESTER, NOW WITH BOOZE
Everyone likes booze.
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.
THE REAL CHOLESTEROL CULPRIT
When you get the results of your blood work in the mail you’re sort of left to decipher the hieroglyphics on your own.
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.
HONEST PINT: LORD HOBO BREWING COMPANY
Along with his years of experience presiding over ever-changing, handpicked drafts, dispensing domestic all-stars and local standouts, Lanigan’s enthusiasm for sharing high-quality liquid is exactly what’s needed to enact change in the local beer scene.
I’M NOT YOUR BAR MOM
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.
ORDER UP
As you, my little droogies, have often shown, sometimes ordering isn’t as easy as you would think.
