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It's nice to be looking at photos of an event posted to Facebook and be able to say, "Yeah, I was there, and it was fun but it wasn't All That." Something to keep in mind next time I'm looking at photos of an event I wasn't at. Credit goes to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
clintswan again for seeing that I got an invite to the BOMB party again and pressuring me into actually putting in an appearance.
Afterwards, I met the GWO at Rogers Park Social, a newish cocktail bar which Greysong had talked up.monshu and I decided we'd have to revisit on a regular evening. It was noisy, crowded, and they obviously had in some help who didn't know what they were doing. The genial Englishman sitting next to the Old Man when I arrived told us, "I've been here when it's just the two owners serving and it's a different bar."
I hope so, because the Aviation was quite disappointing. Too sour, I thought;monshu said it looked like they were using an inferior violet liqueur. So I went with something safe, a canned Radler spiked with gin and some St Germain I failed to taste. Eventually we were able to take a deuce tucked into a corner by the front window, but it was no quieter there, only warmer. We were in proximity to an array of bitters, and I managed to strike up a convo with the mixologist owner about them. Some interesting ones (the CH Amaro and some tiki bitters from Bittermen's), but we'd really have to see how they're used in a mixed drink. The Old Man found the amaro too sweet in the finish, and the tiki bitters had a wonderful nose that seemed it would get easily overwhelmed.
So after another watery gin and tonic, we moved up to the Glenwood and I held Uncle Betty's hand as we watched Costa Rica eke out a win over Greece. They're almost certain to get waxed by the Dutchies, but in the meantime it's lovely to hope otherwise. Scruffy was there and Big Tim and others in that circle I like to see, so after we broke for eats at Grill Inn (Big Tim talked it up, but I thought it was markedly inferior to Greek Fire), I came back and hung out some more.
clintswan again for seeing that I got an invite to the BOMB party again and pressuring me into actually putting in an appearance.Afterwards, I met the GWO at Rogers Park Social, a newish cocktail bar which Greysong had talked up.
monshu and I decided we'd have to revisit on a regular evening. It was noisy, crowded, and they obviously had in some help who didn't know what they were doing. The genial Englishman sitting next to the Old Man when I arrived told us, "I've been here when it's just the two owners serving and it's a different bar."I hope so, because the Aviation was quite disappointing. Too sour, I thought;
monshu said it looked like they were using an inferior violet liqueur. So I went with something safe, a canned Radler spiked with gin and some St Germain I failed to taste. Eventually we were able to take a deuce tucked into a corner by the front window, but it was no quieter there, only warmer. We were in proximity to an array of bitters, and I managed to strike up a convo with the mixologist owner about them. Some interesting ones (the CH Amaro and some tiki bitters from Bittermen's), but we'd really have to see how they're used in a mixed drink. The Old Man found the amaro too sweet in the finish, and the tiki bitters had a wonderful nose that seemed it would get easily overwhelmed.So after another watery gin and tonic, we moved up to the Glenwood and I held Uncle Betty's hand as we watched Costa Rica eke out a win over Greece. They're almost certain to get waxed by the Dutchies, but in the meantime it's lovely to hope otherwise. Scruffy was there and Big Tim and others in that circle I like to see, so after we broke for eats at Grill Inn (Big Tim talked it up, but I thought it was markedly inferior to Greek Fire), I came back and hung out some more.