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In a life not so far off, I was a bartender slinging drinks to pay my way through ad school. The bartending might have stopped, but the drink slinging didn’t. I fell in love with this book called Please Don’t Tell, a text regarded as scripture within the mixology community. To demonstrate my devotion, I started Julie and Julia-ing through the book. Follow my progress, and my sarcasm, here.

My favorite White Lady on TV as of late has got to be Phoebe Waller-Bridge. She’s hilarious, she’s a fantastic writer, and her show Fleabag portrays my fantasy of living life without giving a damn about my reputation. • • •
Miss Americana, the Taylor Swift doc that every man, woman, and child in this country should watch, dropped a few weeks ago and I can’t stop talking about it. It’s really that good. If the Americano Highball here isn’t your speed, t
Egg white cocktails are criminally underrated. In addition to creating a deliciously fluffy layer of foam, egg white cocktails technically pack a decent amount of protein in every glass. I do not, of course, endorse ravenously drinking Pink Lady's to
Will tequila give you less of a hangover than other liquors? Personally, I’ve found that too much of anything leaves me quite groggy, even this delicious El Puente. Some people say clear alcohols hit softer than dark one’s, but in truth,
I don’t get why the Pisco Sour isn’t more popular with today’s hipsters. It’s got everything they’d want in a beverage: a foreign liquor to brag about discovering whilst on a study abroad trip, egg whites to promote heal
There's something unsettling about a cocktail named after a children's book. Would you drink a Winnie the Porter? Goodnight Moscow? The Giving Tequila? Let's agree to let childhoods be childhoods and name our cockatils after adult things, like natura
Things that should be Ephemeral (last for a short time) but, sadly, are not: -Pre-meetings -Meetings -Wrap-up meetings -Body odor on public transit -Constipation -Parents explaining what’s wrong with their phone -Children explaining why they di
I've been to Manhattan once in my life, and I unfortunately wasn't of age to visit the bar serving as inspiration for this account when I visited. Instead, I witnessed a man clipping his toenails on the subway, ate several days' worth of sodium in a
I remember my time in Paris quite fondly: the cold, musky air of the Seine, the timeless architecture, the friendly locals greeting me, “tête de noeud” wherever I went. Ah, every sip of the Bijou takes me back to the days when I fel
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