disclosure, my idea of a quick cocktail is either a) cracking open a bottle of
beer, which is not a cocktail, or b) taking a shot, which is also not a
cocktail. Give me a little more time, maybe put on some relaxing, lounge-y
music, leave the room, and I can definitely whip something up for you. Maybe.
it's fair to say I would have been out of my depth behind the bar at Monday
night's American Idol/Iron Chef Cocktail Competition at The Hawthorne. And--because I know some of you
read that last sentence and thought, American Idol?-- no, the bartenders did
not need to sing while they slammed together artful combinations of spirits in
shakers, and the goateed Kevin Brauch, thankfully, was not there.
Wings comin' atcha from every angle! Don't be stuck for a gameplan on
gameday: here's seven of the endless options in Pats nation for Sunday.
I apologize in advance for plying you with yet ANOTHER "Shit [insert
niche here] Say" video, but the interwebs have kicked out a variation
that anyone who has ever worked in or around a bar will appreciate.