Death in the afternoon – guilt free daytime drinking
Sundays used to be simple. Afternoons called for a beer. Or if adventure beckoned, a Bloody Mary. One Los Angeles bar I frequented in my youth made their Bloody Marys with beer. Which might explain why it no longer exists. But those were the choices a man needed to...
That One Perfect Drink
“Where’s the bubbly?” asks one of my guests. It is, after all, a milestone anniversary. Which has me wondering why we have such stereotypes about the drinks we consider special. Take champagne. Since every two-bit, trumped up, tax dodger in the world orders it by the bucket in nightclubs,...
Cocktail Craziness
“Can I get you a cocktail,” asks the bartender at a new watering hole, putting a menu in front of me. I look askance at him. What kind of place asks if you want a cocktail for pity’s sake? Ask me if I want a drink, and I’ll answer...
Bar Basics
Life used to be so simple. We were young. We had a bar at home. It was called the refrigerator. A perfectly handy device used to store beer and left-over pizza. When friends visited, we’d offer them a drink. Pop the cap. And hand over the bottle. Glasses were...