Posted by Jeff Burkhart on May 3, 2013
SHE SAT IN front of me, not out of reverence or respect or even out of interest, but simply because it was the only seat available.
“Finally some adult time,” said my newest charge.
Posted by Jeff Burkhart on April 27, 2013
Interview with Margaret Randall
Posted by Jeff Burkhart on April 25, 2013
Walk into any bar worth its shaker these days and cocktails are à la mode, mixed with flavors and ingredients with names whose etymology traces back to some remote mountain top village in Peru. Call me a philistine, but remember when you just ordered a Scotch neat and called it a nightcap?
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Posted by Jeff Burkhart on April 20, 2013
Come see me at this great fundraising event!
I will be signing Twenty Years Behind Bars (proceeds benefiting Lifehouse)
Saturday April 20 5:30 pm to 11 pm
Fireman’s Fund Insurance Company
Posted by Jeff Burkhart on March 29, 2013
I am not James Bond…And neither are you!
Popular Barfly columnist, Jeff Burkhart, will give his take on cocktails, culture and class with selected readings from his new book Twenty Years Behind Bars: the spirited adventures of a real bartender.
Be there or beware, what you learn could keep you out of his next column!
Books will be available for signing and for sale at the event.
Tuesday April 9
Posted by Jeff Burkhart on March 21, 2013
Joel Riddell interviews Jeff Burkhart about his new book, Twenty Years Behind Bars.
TOMORROW IS Presidents Day, the day set aside to honor two of our greatest presidents, George Washington and Abraham Lincoln. I am old enough to remember when there were two separate days, one to honor each. But then I remember when only old men drank rye whiskey, too.
THE POLISHED BACK of the espresso machine was making me uncomfortable. Nothing makes people more uncomfortable than staring themselves in the face. Mirror reflections are notoriously unforgiving, considering that they have no ax to grind and suffer from no delusions.
‘NOW IS THE WINTER of our discontent,” starts Shakespeare’s myopically Tudor play based on Richard III’s reign, but written during the reign of Queen Elizabeth (the Tudor granddaughter of Richard’s usurper Henry VII).
In it, Richard is painted in an unflattering light, which is ironic considering that many historians regard his reign as unusually enlightened. History aside, the saying occurred to me in a much more pragmatic sense — it was freaking cold.