The Unimportant Bartender.

Welcome and thank you to all those who are taking your time out of your day to read something I have written. An introduction may be in order. Who am I? A vastly unimportant bartender. There’s around 500,000 of us in the US alone, so I can’t even say that I’m one in a million. I could list my resume or all of my achievements but, in the grand scheme of things, they are insignificant.

Photo by Yessica Martinez

Now, you may be reading this asking yourself why, then, my opinion matters? Honestly? It doesn’t. All I have to offer is my own strange point of view and knowledge on cocktails, spirits, and their history and an absolutely horrid sense of self-deprecating humor. So, buckle in.

What is this going to be? At this point, I am unsure. This is a creative endeavor for myself to the world. I have spent endless hours learning about spirits, cocktails, and the bartending profession and an even larger number of hours behind a bar. This has become a passion, an art form, and I wanted to give myself a medium to speak through. It may consist of the history of classic cocktails, perhaps interviews of those I know who are doing

incredible things, the stories that gave inspiration to my own cocktails, teaching you how to bartend at home for your friends, and maybe rants about why Vodka is the worst of all spirits. Whatever it will become will be both a mystery and surprise to you and me.

The only thing that I am certain about is coming very soon.

Thirteen.

You didn’t come here to read my rant about what this is going to be. Rather, you came to reap the benefits of my strange and mostly useless alcohol knowledge. So, how should we start this off? Grab yourself a drink. A shot and a beer, a glass of Islay Scotch, maybe a flavorless La Croix, or an even more flavorless Miller Lite. Whatever it may be, let’s toast to going on this endeavor together.