Finding my voice for this forum is still in its infancy. I am on the fence whether I am willing to discuss personal experiences and anecdotes or just share informational cocktail knowledge. For now, fuck it, and I am a bit to hung over from the previous nights over indulging to really worry about such bullshit.
Before I begin, one reference pops in to mind from Ace Ventura, “three darts is just too much”. Four bars is just too much, oh, and a rock concert.
Part 1
The night started innocently enough with dinner beginning at Zum Schieder, a local NYC East Village German beer house and eatery, celebrating their establishment’s 11yr anniversary. Before being greeted by the hostess I couldn’t help but notice a small pig spiked through its body and being roasted over a barbeque. Not an everyday East Village sight to be seen, but still very intriguing. After getting settled in I decided to start things off with an HB Dunkel. For food, my mind was made up and I was having the suckling pig from the pit. Velvety brown gravy, potato dumpling, mounds of mouth-watering parcels of pork topped with large chips of crispy pork skin, the evening was shaping up to be something special.
After a completely satisfying meal, why not wash things down with another half liter of a dunkel. Moving on, we stopped off down about a block, at our local dive spot, Duke’s, to work off the previous hour of shameful gluttony, shooting a couple rounds of pool. Who am I kidding, I had no shame. Five rounds of pool and a rum and coke or two later, my friend, Joe, was tired of losing and it was time to wrap up and move on.
We didn’t get far however. Two stores down, we opted to grab a cocktail at Summit. More specifically, we desired a certain special cocktail. A Chet Baker. Not recognizing the bartender I knew I needed to help out and school the man. Not bad for a first time. Savoring every sip and noting all the subtle and complex flavors in this libation, I challenge any casual rum drinker to prove to me that this isn’t one of the best rum cocktails in the world. As everything has an end, we were only staying for one, and one is all we had.
After a quick stop at my friend’s girlfriend’s apartment in the Meatpacking district so he could change out of his bankers’ suit, we arrived at the venue at 8:30 pm, Irving Plaza only to find out the main act wasn’t scheduled to start until 10:15pm. Along the way we met up with another friend, Devon. Having time some time to kill, Joe thought, why not stumble into another place. Anyway, we were only a couple of blocks from No Idea Bar, home of the $8 pint size cocktail which happens to be a favorite dive spot of my own. On the way, I noticed a Luke’s Lobster food truck on Park and 15, which at that moment seemed like an opportunity too good pass. END OF PART 1
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