THE YOUNG MAN was acting peculiarly from the moment he walked into the bar. There was no slurring of speech, no stumbling or falling or any of the many “obvious signs of intoxication” that the state liquor board recognizes. He was just peculiar.
“You’re so judgmental,” some people may say.
And they are right. Bartenders have to be judgmental; it is part of the job. Every time we serve someone an alcoholic drink we have two decisions to make about that person.
• Are they of legal age to drink alcohol?
• Are they obviously intoxicated?
If we make one mistake, we will not only lose our job, but we also might face criminal prosecution. It can be difficult sometimes.
‘EXCUSE ME, but I was here before those ladies,” said the tall man with the thick black hair, gesturing behind me.
I looked down the bar and saw two women sitting. Their large purses were already on the bar, and they both had half full glasses of chardonnay.
“Can you go tell them that I was here first?” he asked.
I looked at the women, and then I looked at him.
“Let me see if I understand you. You want me to go down there and tell those two ladies to get out of those two seats so that you can it down.”
‘HEY JEFF,” said a person I didn’t recognize.
In lieu of responding I just looked up.
“What are you doing for Thanksgiving?” he asked.
“Not much, I’m working.”
“On Thanksgiving?” he asked. “That sucks.”
Fall is an odd time in Northern California. Looking out the window — a skateboarder shoots by in boardshorts and flip-flops nearly running over a young woman sporting a late-summer tan amply displayed in a bright pink tank top — it’s hard to believe it is actually autumn.
One source of confusion is citrus fruit.
‘MOWEEY,” SHE SAID, flipping the back of her hand at me as if she were shooing away a fly.
“I’m sorry,” I said, not because I truly felt sorry, but because I did not understand what she meant.
“The Moweey, the Moweey,” she said, clearly exasperated.
“I am really sorry, but I really don’t understand what you are saying.”
A heavy sigh and an eye roll indicated her distress. She picked up a wine list and pointed at the Moët and Chandon champagne we had by the glass.
THE COUPLE SAT at the end of the bar, making a point of being distanced from any of the other patrons. We see all types — those who go to bars for companionship and those who go there to avoid it. A bartender’s place is not to judge, but to simply do. We leave the judging to the priests and poets.
“How big are your sides of mashed potatoes?” said the woman in the paisley summer dress.
“Can we get extra?”
After I walked away the couple giggled conspiratorially.
Posted by Jeff Burkhart on January 14, 2014
Mitch Field interviews the Barfly on 1610 AM Radio Sausalito!
Posted by Jeff Burkhart on January 13, 2014
The Marin History Museum
Author Spotlight Series
Author of Twenty Years Behind Bars: the spirited adventures of a real bartender
Author Chat, Insight and Book Signing
When: Monday January 20, 2014 7 PM
Where: Elks Lodge (Maple Lawn Estate)
1312 Mission Ave. San Rafael (next to Museum’s Boyd Gate House)
Admission: $10 suggested donation
Questions: (415) 454-8538 Marin History Museum email@example.com
Posted by Jeff Burkhart on December 2, 2013
CLASSIC COCKTAILS are a national craze, and the 80th anniversary of the repeal of Prohibition (Dec. 5) is garnishing history like a candied cherry.
Read more at: American Way magazine
Posted by Jeff Burkhart on November 7, 2013
Etiquette for the civilized drinker, and some other thoughts…
Tuesday November 19
7 PM Free
Terrapin Crossroads San Rafael
100 Yacht Club Drive
The Marin IJ’s popular Barfly columnist Jeff Burkhart, will give his take on
cocktails, culture and class, including selected readings from his new book,
Twenty Years Behind Bars, the spirited adventures of a real bartender
Bring your copy for him to sign or purchase copies at the event.
Be there or beware, what you learn could keep you out of his next column!