“Do you want to talk more about bartending?” “No. Not really.” “What about last night?” “What about it?” “It was really busy, right?” “Yeah, I got slaughtered.” “What does that entail?” “Shaking lots of drinks.” “C’mon, man, there has to more to it than that.” “Ugh. I don’t know. I mean, yeah, there’s running out


“Do you want to talk more about bartending?” “No. Not really.” “What about last night?” “What about it?” “It was really busy, right?” “Yeah, I got slaughtered.” “What does that entail?” “Shaking lots of drinks.” “C’mon, man, there has to more to it than that.” “Ugh. I don’t know. I mean, yeah, there’s running out…
Posting the recipe first and the stupid story second. 1 Cup Mayonnaise, aioli, whatever 1 Cup Sour Cream (yogurt if you want to be healthy) 1 Cup Buttermilk One Bunch Fresh Dill (as finely chopped as possible) One Bunch Fresh Parsley (as finely chopped as possible) 1 tsp. Salt 1 tsp. Onion Powder 1 tsp.…
Read Part One here. The kitchen was tiny. A square space with a low ceiling. Like any small kitchen, every available area to put something, had something. The dish machine, they said, was from a submarine. A silver tube with a circular sort of revolving door that allowed one wash cycle at a time. Every…
Remember the late 2000s when lame bars and restaurants thought the cool thing to do was decorate the walls with out of print Italian bitters posters? Yeah, I do too. There’s still a few clingers out there somewhere, I’m sure. And yes, before you ask, I too have been tempted to throw one of these…
File this one under worst cocktail names ever. My grandmother had this mangy old cat named Tooger. Stark white and always sleeping. When she died, my eccentric uncle David adopted her and brought her up to his place in the island community of South Hero, Vermont. Anyway, the damn cat lived forever. It was already…
The only remaining photo on the interwebs of the Five Spice Cafe, or “Five Spice”, as we all called it, is this crummy one you see above, snapped on a rainy winter morning. The restaurant was located at the ass end of Burlington, Vermont’s semi famous Church Street Marketplace. If you’ve never visited, Burlington is…
Happy 420! Light up a doob! I used to smoke a shit ton of weed in my youth but haven’t partaken in a really long time. I tried it a couple of times a year or so ago and all it did was make me super tired and groggy the next day like I took…
“You either die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become the villain.” This quote has zero relevance to this post, I just wanted to say it. Mez is in, rum is out. With Don Ciccio e Figli’s Luna Aperitivo being discontinued (undistributed to the West Coast? No idea.) we’re going another route…
You can’t talk about a sidecar without first talking about a brandy crusta. I’ve never actually had one. I’ve heard of it, but never knew the specs until now. Again, it’s a cocktail with an impossible to find static recipe on the interwebs. Like the La Louisiane, each site I visited has something different and…