Category: Bar Life
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The Orgins of Gin
His name was Ross Taggart and he was my college roommate for almost two years. We shared a room above the garage at this crummy house in downtown Reno. Ross was working on a master’s degree and I was finishing my bachelors. He was older than me by three years and congenially molded himself into…
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The Lowball
The perfect cocktail takes only four items. It starts with a glass. I prefer old fashion tumblers. These are the glasses with thick, heavy bases and slender, thin walls. Old fashion glasses are called such because they need heavy bases for muddlers to crush oranges, cherries and sugar cubes. I like how they open up…
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Fireball Tastes like a Pyrrhic Victory
Ever want to know how good sleeping till 10 am and not wetting the bed feels like? Try not drinking for a week. I took a hiatus from pounding cocktails and draining DABC beers for a week and felt…great? Well, in fairness, my sinuses were as compacted as an untreated stray dog’s backside and I…
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Where is my jacket?
The fee for having a successful night behind the bar is found on my forearms. They should be sticky. Covered in the remnants of shaking countless cocktails and shots, my forearms with their Irish red hair catch all the flying booze and mixers that make the diesel fuel of a great night. I power through…
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Screwdriver
Last night a foursome of knuckleheads came into the club to watch the band rehearse for the Keys On Main Marti Gras party. They were from Denver and we textbook jerk-weeds. Dressed in bargain basement business casual, they ordered draft beer only to spit it out in disgust when they learned it was 3.2%. Per…
Ben Raskin 