Last weekend, a group of friends and I were encouraged to check out a craft cocktail spot in Lower Manhattan (that will remain unnamed) by a friend who is into mixology and had read that the spot had good cocktails. There were a couple warning signs that this maybe wasn’t the place to bring 7 people who were already drunk, hungry and ready for Brooklyn – the bouncer who asked if we had a reservation, the white table cloths, the model hot waitresses. However, I remained optimistic, right up until the point when the spot in question turned me into a perfect asshole, and not in the way it’s supposed to.
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How to be an asshole at a mixology bar
The New Rules of Adulthood
The New Rules of Adulthood
#2. If you’re at an upscale mixology bar, don’t order a drink in a martini glass when you don’t have a spot at the bar.
There’s nothing cool about spilling an $11 cocktail all over yourself.
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