May 16 2010
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“You don’t understand how much the balls this place is. Send all my belongings here.”
Things I Drink has been on a two-week hiatus because of work. But this afternoon I sent the above as a text to my wife after finally venturing to Drink, and am back in the drinking/writing saddle. A Negroni, a Little Italy and a Cell 34 later, I can say that if heaven is anything like this place, I’m no longer afraid to die. Drinks made with care both in ingredients and construction, in an atmosphere that is nowhere near as pretentious as it could be. There will be more.
