frank - up in grand blanc wrote:From my side of the bar the job of the keep seems to have become quite a bit more complicated over the past ten or 15 years. It was back then by state law that there were maybe only four or five options available (draft beer, bottled beer, whiskey shot, screwdriver, 7 & 7). There was a time when highballs and complicated bullshit were drinks put together by tosspot old ladies who drank at home and in front of the TV, but somewhere along the way the younger crowd embraced aunt Matilda's drinking habit except for the mix-it-yourself part.
I realized anew what Beav was living recently while I was drinking my beer and watching my wife wait for chemistry experiment (dude had to run to the back for more raspberry syrup) and I noticed that at the tables of hipsters and college kids all were cradling copper mugs. "Those are Moscow Mules" I was told, and not one bottle or beer glass was in sight other than my own.
Where did you drink in the 80's? I bartended back then and was constantly making shit like "Sex on a Beach" "Slow-Screw" "Long Slow Screw Against the Wall" "Lemondrops" and countless Long-Island Iced Teas. And some damn drink that had flaming Midori.
I longed for the beer and a shot guys, unless the shot was Jack, then I waited for the fights to begin.
Oh, and don't forget the Logroller; a shot of DonQ laced with Tabasco.