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.
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.
Toste will focus on bringing elements of the old to embolden the new, but ultimately the food will dictate the palate.
As you, my little droogies, have often shown, sometimes ordering isn't as easy as you would think.