A Brooklyn bartender shares the slurred, alcohol-induced ramblings of her customers with you. Because drunk people tell the truth.
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Apocalypse Wow
Friend #1, to friend #2 who just returned from Vietnam: You wouldn't live in Vietnam? Friend #2: No. Friend #1: Why? Nice place to visit, better place to bomb?
A bartender at a renowned dive bar in Brooklyn, she makes drinks the way she likes to drink them: strong enough to summon your dead grandmother from beyond the grave. If you ask for a free drink you'll get cut off. If you play "Rock Lobster" on the jukebox she just might buy you a shot.
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