For the better part of a decade, I’ve been slinging drinks ensuring you thirsty thousands have the best night you’ll never remember.
If I tried to recount all the questions I’ve been asked over the years – frankly, you’d never leave this blog post – some stuck out, too many were shockingly, appallingly inappropriate, most inconsequential, but one… always gnawed away at me. Especially now that I officially have these things called ‘weekends’.
Until recently, weekends weren’t a real thing to me, it was this elusive concept that these bar flies all participated in. And now me as well.
“Where should we go next?”
“Where’s the party at tonight?”
“Where do you like to go?”
I assure you – all bartenders are asked this question in some form more times than they can count. And most of us have no clue what to tell you. Our party is very different from your party. Nine times out of ten, our ‘party’ involves sulking over stiff drinks telling the horror stories of the night, having our first sip hours after you have stumbled home. Our parties also tend to happen on your off days . Sundays- Tuesdays to be exact.
Coupled with years of the complete inability to have an answer to these questions, I now find myself with the same questions – where is the best happy hour on [INSERT NIGHT HERE] and then once we’ve had our fill… where the hell do we go next???
I now find myself in the precarious position of wanting to have a great drink at a great place after ending a grueling work week.
This blog will be my exploration of Miami (and my travels) – finding the best spots throughout the city.