In keeping with my view that everything is and should be contradictory, I'm not going to explain that. Let's just say that at a certain birthday party recently, we went to the Clover Club at 210 Smith St in Brooklyn, a speakeasy-style joint that serves concoctions and cocktails conceived before my grandmother was. I have the Leone: tequila, solerno, peychauds, and something else, martini-style with the peel of an orange bigger than the glass itself and a little side-car on ice to refill my glass. It was delicious and decadent, and only $11. Highly recommended.
These places are hot right now. My friend works at a place in Williamsburg, Hotel Delmano, which is almost identical (but better, of course! and they have Russian Standard Vodka - my favorite!). So today I decide to check out the New York Times, and there's an article on - you guessed it - mixologists and such. I love my job, and I know the servers where I work use their tequila and wine knowledge more than the bartenders get to, but I miss bartending. Maybe it's good that I'm not doing it anymore though. Time to focus on my other career. (One more application to go!)
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