or Why St. Patrick’s Day Eats Knobby Green Shillelaghs

Reviewing a brand new tequila, fresh from Southern California.

…and An Anecdote About The Second Worst Thing I’ve Ever Had In My Mouth.

An Elegy for A Neighborhood Bar and The Place It Rode In On

“Mankind, which in Homer’s time was an object of contemplation for the Olympian gods, now is one for itself. Its self-alienation has reached such a degree that it can experience its own destruction as an aesthetic pleasure of the first order.” — Walter Benjamin, “The Work of Art in the Age of Mechanical Reproduction”