#bar flies

The Art of Dyeing

Lol driving away from Darling's, a gin join on Bardstown Rd, we saw the inspired sign for a hair parlour of the same name. I was driving so no pic but you can look it up.

What a fun night! We've been not going out much this year. It began with the annual diet and was extended for various reasons but when I saw Mile Wide Brewing had a Foeder-aged Wild Ale with Passionfruit & Hibiscus I said I'm going - do you want to?

She did and we had a blast. After the brewery and pizza I wanted that drink @thoughtfulbirdpolice was drinking at The Perseverance recently, a Campari gin and tonic. I love gin and tonic and a Negroni so...what better place than a gin joint? Darling's was just up the street.

I considered asking for a standard English gin like Bombay or Tanqueray even specifying it be served "up" in a stemmed glass like Lisa's gorgeous pic showed, but then my instincts are usually to trust an experienced bartender and the vibes I was getting from Alex said, trust her.

Hmmm so good I may never order just a gin and tonic again. I followed it up with a shot of Smith and Cross Navy Strength rum - so funky and...if it weren't Wednesday I would have kept things going. As it were I agreed to hang at Kaiju on Saturday to drink saké as Alex said she would be pouring.

Fee Fee's

Johnston St, Collingwood

A man sat on a barstool over which he had some ownership. A pile of papers and scattered books and leaflets provided a nice barrier on the table in front of him. Somewhere in the midst of this paper-strewn no man’s land sat a pint of amber ale on a coaster, near it a tequila blanco, neat, in a shot glass. He was nervous about attracting attention but did all he could to make himself center of…

I was sitting at a bar one afternoon, hanging out with the regulars, just sipping on a beer and shooting the breeze.  I hadn’t been born or raised in the area, but had morphed into a bar fly through osmosis, averaging four or five visits a week, and talking a good game while possessing the ability to drink to an unhealthy level while still working a job for 60 hours a week. That made you normal,…

Iris had been watching her brother since he’d entered the bar, cowering in the shadows and hoping he didn’t see her. The last thing she wanted was to earn another life lecture from the biggest hypocrite she’d ever known. Maybe he would get drunk enough that he’d just pass out and she could leave undetected. Now that would make for a good day.

But as he downed shot after shot, the alcohol obviously taking its toll, she did start to worry. Though she’d deny it if someone should ask, claiming that she was only paranoid about how Geneva would respond to her blackout boyfriend. If there was anyone whose wrath she’d rather avoid, it was her brother’s girlfriend. Even if Iris had moved out of the butcher’s home as Tristan moved in, she was still a bit terrified of the girl that had become her big sister.

She pushed up from her chair and approached the bar, tossing enough money to cover both bills on the counter. “He’s being cut off.” She said to the bartender, reaching out to take Tristan’s drink out of his hand, knocking the rest of it back before he could protest. “Alright big bro, get up. We’ve gotta sober you up before Gen gets home from work.”