Booze
We Be Bartending Wednesday at Habibi
An ideal guest bartender is one with previous experience, charisma, and a rolodex of big spenders and social butterflies who are ‘œthe life of the party’. My college nickname was Tallie McShitty, but thanks to desperate bar owners, the prohibitive criterion have evaporated and I’ll be behind the bar with
Get depressed, maybe angry, then add drunk to the list
Ah, a collegiate night on the UWS. Somewhat responsible, at that, for a while at least. Columbia is showing ‘œShake Hands with the Devil’, a documentary following a visit to Rwanda by the UN appointed general who was left powerless to intervene in the massacre of ~800,000 in 1994. I’ll
$1 beers at 7am
When the Double Play first opened it’s doors in 1909 it was the spot to grab a drink before or after seeing a San Francisco Seals game across the street. That was a hundred years ago and where Seal Stadium once stood is now the Potrero Center which
Split Thy Brooklyn Skull Barley Wine Weekend
My god barley wines have sweet names. They also pack a fucking punch. Hercules Strong Ale, 11.5% alc./volume, was the first I ever tried. The bartender said he wasn’t allowed to serve me more than two and this was on Boston’s shitty-ass Lansdowne Street where people are absolutely wasted
Classy Whiskey Tasting Friday 6-8
I’ve mentioned Dooley’s, that toffee vodka liqueur, a number of times and I’ll mention her again: ‘œTake your ubiquitous open bars and fuck off’. That’s because this Friday I’ll be upgrading to small batch bourbon whiskey distilled right here in Nueve York. Yea, when the clock strikes 8:01 and
Wine and No-Dine with a co-writer of The Wire
Second book event in a row, but don’t get used to it. I just couldn’t ignore this because The Wire is the best marathon show of all time. Before, it was 24. American’s Next Top’model, designer, whatever, doesn’t even come close and Road Rules was arguably the worst show
Get Drunk at Lunch Cheaper
The three-martini lunch used to be a staple of any Ad man or business tycoon worth a damn. Then, in 1976, Jimmy Carter tried to bring the smack down. He didn’t succeed entirely, but the trend of meandering, expensed, business lunches dwindled. There was a brief revival during the stock
All Kinds of Free
by Broke-Ass Stuart I feel bad for those of you that read yesterday’s post about the FREE booze, music and Little Star Pizza at the Diesel store, but didn’t get to go. But don’t trip chocolate chip, you can go tonight instead! Here’s my advice though: try to get there as