I used to be the guy who was constantly trying to find the best place in town to drink the cocktail. Yeah, I was the guy barkeeps loved at first, but they always ended up trying to find a way to get me the hell out. An obnoxious drunk—but good tipper—like myself could only buy so much good graces. It wasn't a "just have a couple of drinks and go home" type of situation. It got embarrassing and weird and smelly. Bartenders get a bit sick of people like the guy I used to be. I was like the Bukowski... More >>>