I’ve been known to poke fun at my father’s drinking stories. Especially his tales of over-consuming blended ice cream Brandy Alexanders back in the 1980s. The classically trained bartender in me thought such a concoction should go the way of jorts and REO Speedwagon. But I reconsidered when I was doing research for our new bar | Read More

In the age of mixology, blenders are easily the most maligned piece of bar gear—and for good reason. Reason number one: The noise. Nothing disrupts a sedate cocktail lounge more than the high-pitched wailing of a commercial blender as it chews through large ice cubes. Reason number two: Over the last 30 years blended drinks | Read More

The St.-Patrick’s-Day-industrial complex has completely bastardized drinking on March 17. People find the closest knockoff Irish pub to guzzle green swill, car bombs and Guinness out of keg cups—sometimes all at once. That’s not quite for me. However, I’m also not the Grinch Who Stole St. Paddy’s Day, doing everything I can to deprive the | Read More

The worst weekend of the year is upon us—the weekend when we set our clocks forward, which at 2 a.m. on Sunday will cost us either an extra hour of sleep or an extra hour of debauchery. (It all depends on where Saturday night goes.) Either way, the next morning is sure to be groggy. Wait? | Read More