Author: Ben Raskin

  • A Wet Surprise

    I woke up with a well-placed hangover in place in the downstairs guest bedroom on Sunday. The light was fighting to break through the curtains as I was taking account of my surroundings. Jesus, did I drink that much Canadian Club last night? I had a dry mouth and a headache knocking against the temples…

  • City Weekly Whiffs with Best of Utah

    How did you numb-nuts fuck this up? All you had to do was enter Raskin’s Rhetoric in the City Weekly Best of Utah 2012 poll for best Utah blog and I would be proudly showing off a piece of hardware recognizing the hours I have spent in the basement ranting and raving about bartending here…

  • On The Road To Las Vegas

    We were driving full boar to SLC Airport with nothing but a couple of backpacks and days off from work. We were heading down to Las Vegas to visit my brother, Patrick. It was a joint mission. Erin was going to see Ani DiFranco on Friday night and I was going to help my brother…

  • SLC PubCast

    She was statuesque to say the least. Her knee-high boots wrapped around her long legs meeting up at a short black mini skirt. She had long blond hair that wrapped around a pretty face and perfectly white teeth. If Dashiell Hammett wrote her into a story, she would clearly be the femme fatale.  She was…

  • Mea Culpa

    Something people don’t know about walk-in beer coolers: they smell like marijuana. I don’t know if it is the spilt beer that gets sprayed on the walls, the humidity coming off the compressors or the stench from the cardboard boxes that hold the cases of bottled beer but walk-ins smell like pot. I remember once…