Of Bars, Booze, and Bartending - Proving "Coughlin's Law" Invalid Since Feb '05

Saturday, November 26, 2005

I'm Just Destroyed About Nick and Jessica

The Newlyweds Are Dunzo For Rizzle!

It's a sad Thanksgiving for all of Cincinnati, and her native son, Nick Lachey. Although I poke fun at him, liberally, I wish him well, and thank him for sparing us any further "Nick and Jessica Christmas Specials".

'Twas the Friday after Thanksgiving, and the bar remained steady and festive. The lone glitch of the evening was re-making a horrible Cosmopolitan that our floor manager served while I was busy stocking wine. The server came to me, after the drink was served, describing the sour face his customer made upon first sip. What is it about floor managers that they can't wait three minutes for the professional to mix the drink? They're obsessed about cost, but I'm always coming behind them, throwing away, re-making and comping their crap cocktails. Cost??!! Feh, I say. Give the people the quality drinks they deserve, from the get-go, even if they have to wait for the bartender to come back from her smoke break.

In other Ohio holiday news... Winterfest is back, for the first time since the '90s, in all its cheesy glory! I want to go, for old time's sake. But only if they still have hot nuts, German-style, and spiced wine.

Here's hoping everyone had a cheerful, warm, drunken (with warmth and cheer) Thanksgiving. I offer a traditional potable to enjoy throughout the season.

Thanksgiving Cocktail

1 oz Gin
1 oz Apricot Brandy
5-8 drops Dry Vermouth
Splash of Sour Mix/Bar Lemon

Build on ice in a highball glass. Shake generously, and serve with orange zest and a cherry.

How about unabashedly bawling your eyes out
How about not equating death with stopping
Thank you, India
Thank you, providence
Thank you, disillusionment
Thank you, nothingness
Thank you, clarity
Thank you, thank you silence

- Alanis Morissette, "Thank You"