Friday Drink Night
August 2, 2019
The boozers bellied up with a powerful thirst. The day had not a cloud in the sky and scorching heat, something needed to be done. A frosty Singapore Sling came to the rescue, shaken and strained over ice and topped up with cold club soda. It was just right, refreshing and light, a cherry and pineapple delight excited with tarty lime. The liqueurs were herbal and sweet and balanced with fine gin. Ah! With the heat beat, an interesting little cocktail was in order to cap the night. The Golden Frog was full of herbal complexities floating in and out of a vodka and citrus base. It had to be shaken vigorously to achieve the right dilution to thwart any heaviness. A linger on the tongue discovered a little heat, but it had some candy sweet that wasn't cloying. The righteous shake was the key. Oh boy, great cocktails come to the rescue again!
Bartender Dan
P.S. We'll be closed next week, but quite possibly for much longer if our bar gets a needed refurbishing. We hope to see you again soon. Keep drinking!
At The Bar...
In A Rut
A steady customer bellied up with a problem, "Bartender Dan, my job stinks! It's just the same old stuff over and over again. I'm going nowhere, fast." He looked down at the bar heavily, shoulders slumped, like a worthless pile of sludge.
So I hung it out there, "You know what they say..."
He looked up curiously, "What's that?"
"A rut is a grave with the ends kicked out."
His jaw went slack as he looked right through me into the future.
"Dump that job, Jimbo. Get yourself going. It's not too late."
He snapped to and I could see it in his eyes. I made him a Gibson, ice-cold.
Time for Jim to wake up.
Bartender Dan
