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Bird Café: Feathery Finish

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Man, there’s one conversation I am dismayed to hear lately, and it’s the one about how the old Flying Saucer on East 4th Street was so much better than the new one on East Third. I think that’s crazy, but everyone is enti...


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Hello, New Pour House

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I remember this one Sunday evening a year or so ago — I’m pretty sure it was in October, but it could’ve been April — when the weather was absolutely perfect. I’d gone to The Gold Standard (R.I.P.) on West 7th Street ...



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One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Station

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Lately, whenever I’ve gone out drinking at places where I don’t know any of the employees (and there are some, not many but some), I wonder if the person popping the top on my beer is a member of Life Behind Bars, a Faceboo...


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So Long, Where House

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I remember one time at The Where House when I watched a dude drop in on a quarter pipe from the catwalk adjoining the walls of the back patio. We all watched him climb up there, line his skateboard up, and step into empty space...



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Agh, Balls

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At some point last year, some soccer fan e-mailed me asking where to go watch some Premier League games. I had no idea at the time where to send him, and I’m pretty certain I forgot to respond, but for future reference, the p...


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Piano Magic

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This is a weird thing to say, but I never realized how boring my life was until I went to a dueling-piano bar. It’s not like I had a life-changing experience from hearing bawdily rewritten versions of pop standards. I just co...



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Slay Bells

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I have the hardest time shopping for my dad. Every year, when I visit my parents in California for the holidays, he’s always the last person I buy for. Though I carry his phenotypes in my face, waist, and hairline, non-geneti...


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’Tis the Season for Stouts

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The deeper I get into beer –– and, admittedly, while I’m out of the kiddie pool, I’m really just splashing around the shallow end for the most part –– the more I appreciate and anticipate seasonal brews, in particul...



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Trapped

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I’d hate to add yet another complaint about last weekend’s freezing, unbelievably seasonal storm to the pile of weather-centric jeremiads blanketing people’s social media feeds, but, seriously, ice sucks. You’d think I...


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1-800-BARTEND

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The next time you’re chatting up your regular bartender, you should ask if he or she went to school. Not college, mind you. I’m mean bartending school, as in the place that teaches you to make the kind of drinks nobody woul...