at the bar 2025

What is your diet?

Didn’t mean to start this yet
Answer was supposed to be a question
I blame zing touch

The missus and I are at Newark Airport as our flight back to Minnesota was delayed 5, oh wait, 6 hours, so it looks like we're grabbing the only open bar spots at Guy's American Kitchen (maybe there's an ILX thread or 4 worth checking out!?), and grabbing the Maine Beer County Lunch IPA (what kind of name is that? Shades of "Ruth's Chris Steakhouse" or "Fifth Third Bank"), which will be our balm to distract us from the sadness of a post-midnight arrival that awaits, and the inauguration of a rapist fuckstick donning (ahem) a bad mud-mask. "16 or 20 ounce?" OK, we'll do 20. At least the Notre Dame-Ohio State game is on. Sheesh.

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“I know you! You’re the girl from that app!”

I don't drink, but there's a bar in my town that makes really, really good burgers, so I wind up there about once a week. I was in there yesterday, half expecting it to be full of hooting drunks in MAGA gear, but it was almost empty and the few people there weren't talking politics at all.

Trying some n/as cause work tomorrow
Fun to say “Brooklyn special effects” out loud

tfw you pay with a 10 and you get change for a 20

10, 20 years ago,there were more people here my age. As I get older there are fewer

the age you were then, or the age you are now?

if the latter, I have noticed a decline in the presence of middle-aged barmen but I have no conclusions

now

you're out there keeping the faith

Cal what percentage of your income goes to alcohol

Using an after tax base, around 3 pct

If you take your hat off in the bathroom, there is a non-zero chance that it will fall in the toilet

It’s the bartender’s second day. I’m paying in cash and she’s counting pennies

Arriving when the bar opens on a weekday is a special feeling
It doesn’t hurt to have a four hour happy hour either

"Sorry We're Open" as the sign says

Now that old guy in the corner of the bar blowing his nose with three year old napkins from his coat pocket

the man that i always see there is the manager of a chain of beauty salons according to his card. discussed with the bartender old bottle crown royal and the waterloo distillery. he promised without the request to text me the next time the kyrgyz girl that stops by sometimes stopped by.

Sup dyl

Getting served with the comment “all you” vs the other bartender’s usual “here you go, player”

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3pqXLeSqTFLhr0Pa8hgrUp?si=XIHvK2n5S52KyQOd3KL39g&pi=CKoXCoLhRuy6S

Some nee additions

At an upscale place, feels weird but hey

Cute blonde waitress wearing white earmuffs

Went to a couple of mezcal bars in Mexico City last weekend, one where they burned some palo santo and the other where they played some excellent dub/experimental/post punk stuff all night with nice acoustic treatments and candles everywhere.

I was probably the least cool person at both places but had a blast. Both were packed.

despite being open only a few months, this bar has a team of regulars. but there are no other places to drink. i had this impression. the man behind the counter asks new arrivals where else they like to drink, so i know that i was not alone. people mention usually can only mention one other place nearby—a former vegan curry shop run by a former actress, which relies on her friends stopping by, cocktails dreamed up by her much younger boyfriend, and deep couches. it's too small, too insular, and too inconsistent to allow a groups of regulars to form. so we came here. i can't claim to be a regular. the beauty salon manager is here every night, but i might manage a few times a month. he never remembers me. the bartender has to remind him. my memory is better. he has a daughter in primary school and his wife won't have sex with him. he's the only one that drinks bottles of heartland. i know he's there until closing time most nights. there: i could be a bartender. i recognize other faces. they don't talk as much as the hair salon manager. i can assume they live in the neighborhood. maybe like me they get sick of staying home all day and need to leave at night. if they had real jobs, they would be drinking at a chain izakaya beside a metro station, or they would be happy to return home on a weeknight.