6-8 tablespoons butterscotch sauce (depending how sweet you like it)
3 cups apple cider
1 cup bourbon whiskey (optional)
2 cups ginger beer
Whipped cream, for garnish
Heat cider, bourbon and butterscotch syrup in a medium saucepan until the butterscotch dissolves and the mixture is steaming hot. Remove from heat and stir in the ginger beer. Ladle into mugs and serve with loads of whipped cream on top.
Two hours more and I’m done. I’m free for the weekend, free from this miserable job
and free to do whatever the hell I want.
Fridays are always busy, and today is not the
exception. I run all over the bar serving beers, bourbon, even champagne to a
group of friends celebrating that one of them got fired. I don’t stop until
those last two hours, when the group of friends decides to go dancing, the
solitary drinkers realize that it’s time to go home, and I end up with just a
few customers left.
I’m finishing serving a beer to one of my regulars
when the door opens once again. A solitary guy enters the bar, walking at his
own pace towards one of the stools. When I get near the new guy I immediately
know that something’s wrong.
“What can I help you with?” I ask him,
showing the nicest smile I can provide.
“I don’t know, a beer?”
“Well, you look like you could have something
nicer” I mumble, examining the man in front of me, “What about a
My sudden enthusiasm shocks him and I’m sure he ends
up nodding just because I startled him.
“I’ve never had a margarita before” He says,
and I can sense he’s a bit ashamed.
“Really? Margaritas are amazing” I say as I
put all the ingredients on my side of the bar, “You have tequila, and a
bit of lime. It’s the perfect combination!”
I start explaining the whole process of the drink as I
prepare it. The man looks at my hands impressed as I mix everything. When I’m
done, I give him his drink, wishing that he likes it.
I leave the solitary man alone to prepare more drinks
for my other customers, always keeping an eye on the guy enjoying the margarita.
Half an hour passes before I get a call from the guy,
his eyes have been glued to his phone for the last couple of minutes.
“Everything okay?” I ask him.
“Can I have another drink?” He asks, and I
can see that whatever is troubling him isn’t good.
“Sure, you want another margarita or you wanna have
“I’m not really a bar type of guy, I’m not sure
what other drinks you can make” He says, and I can feel the same shame as
before on his choice of words.
“Have you tried martinis before?” He shakes
his head and I provide a new big smile to him, “Great, I’ll make you one!”
I do the same as before, explaining all the
ingredients that the drink has, the process and some variations you can make to
it. Once I’m done, I stay with him as he tries the new drink. A smile appears
on his lips as he finishes his first sip.
“Oh, that’s good” He says, with the first
smile of the night, I provide my own smile as I watch him take another sip.
“I’m glad you like it!”
Most of the people have gone home, and I’m left with
only two people in the bar. I leave the solitary guy alone once again as I
receive the payment from the last customer. The solitary guy notices that he’s
the only one left in the bar and calls me to his side.
“Do people tell you their names? Because I just
realized that I haven’t said mine and I’m extremely ashamed of that”
“Only if they want to” I laugh, “It’s
okay if you want to keep your anonymity”
“I’m Jared” He presents himself, offering me
his hand to shake. I shake his hand, presenting myself with a kind smile.
“Have you been working here for long?”
“Two years… I think”
“Wow, that’s why these things taste so
great” Jared laughs, taking another sip of his martini.
Jared starts making more questions about my job, about
the people that comes to the bar. When I tell him that I still got 45 minutes
left at the bar he offers to accompany me for the rest of my shift.
“Why are you the only one working here? It’s Friday
night and this place must have been full a while ago”
“It was” I say, raising both of my eyebrows, “And I
wasn’t supposed to be alone, I work with my boss, but his girlfriend’s water
“Oh” Is the only things he says, and I can sense that
what’s wrong with him has to do with what I just mentioned.
“Are you okay? You’ve been checking your phone ever
since you arrived here”
complicated” He mumbles, fixating his eyes on his drink.
don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, I was just… worried”
eyes shift from the drink to me. He seems pretty down, his shoulders low, bags
under his eyes. And let’s not forget about the fact that he’s alone in a bar.
a few seconds of silence, Jared drinks his whole drink in a second, asking me
to make him another. As I start working on his new drink, he starts talking.
just thought I had the perfect relationship, you know? House, dogs, engagement
ring, everything” He stops for a second to catch his breath, I lift my
eyes to see him rub one of his eyes with his sleeve, “At first I thought
she was cheating on me”
don’t want to interrupt him with unnecessary comments like: “What? How
could someone cheat on you? I mean, come on, have you watched yourself in a
mirror? You’re a god!”. I just bite my lip, waiting for him to continue.
you have a boyfriend?” He asks me, it takes me a minute to shake my head
no, “But I’m sure you’ve experienced that feeling of not being wanted, when
your partner just… avoids you”
I think so. That usually means bad news” I mutter.
nods, giving a sip to his drink.
why I thought she was cheating on me, but no, she wasn’t doing that”
was it then?” I ask, way more interested than I should. I end up biting my
does not answer my question immediately, instead, he takes a second to check
his phone again. A new message appears on the screen, I want to see the name on
the screen, even though I know I shouldn’t. His expression does not change as
he reads the text and, once he’s finished, he looks at me again.
it was my brother, he’s a bit worried”
the one nodding this time, waiting for him to continue.
thought she was pregnant” He finally says, and I can feel my eyebrows
stops again to drink the rest of his drink, and I don’t like where this is
going. Jared does not ask me for another drink, but continues to play with the
glass on the table.
you want to be a mother?” He suddenly asks, fixing his gaze on me.
can feel the heat on my cheeks, the way my hands start trembling as the words
connect on my mind.
what happened with your girlfriend?” I ask to change the topic of the
conversation, “Is she pregnant?”
she’s not. She was so relieved when she found out, she hadn’t even told me that
there was even a possibility of her being pregnant when she appeared at my work
telling me the ‘good news’. What good news?!”
women think that a baby could be an obstacle in their careers, or they are not
prepared. Maybe she just…”
was not that” He interrupts me, “It was because of the dress. A
fucking wedding dress!”
eyes open wide as I hear the explanation. I need a drink.
Vera Wang!’ She screamed” He says in disbelief, “How twisted can her
brain be if she cares more about fitting in a goddamn dress than the
possibility of bringing a child to this world?”
finish making two drinks, handing one to Jared and drinking mine in a second.
on the house” I say, as I see him looking at me confused.
does the same with his drink, receiving another text, and this time his
it her?” I ask him, he just nods, starting to type really fucking fast. “Are
you okay?” I ask him when he leaves his phone aside.
she’s asking me to come back”
she just want me to go home to convince me not to cancel the wedding, so she
can wear her fucking dress”
cancelled the wedding?!” I ask, taking both hands to cover my mouth.
can’t marry someone that shallow” Jared sighs, resting his chin on his
hand, “I should have done this a while ago, my brother even congratulated
me, my mom is the happiest of all”
was that bad?”
shrugs, checking the time on his phone.
I was the only one who hadn’t notice how awful she was. Anyway, I think is
already time for you to close this place”
shows me the time on his phone, it is already 4 in the morning. Jared lends me
a hand with the whole closing process, letting us surrounded by a rather weird
silence. He’s looking directly into my eyes, and I can see that he got a bit
drunk with all the drinks that I gave him. And it is that same drunkenness the
one I blame when his hands cup my face, as if asking my permission to get even
don’t think you should” I mutter, “You’re drunk”
know” He whispers.
hands fall from my face, both getting inside his jacket. A smile takes over his
expression, and I feel a weight leaving my shoulders.
let’s share a cab” I tell him, clasping my arm with his.
accepts and we start walking in silence to a more crowded street.
didn’t answer my question” He says after a few minutes.
one?” I ask him, even when I know exactly what he’s talking about.
you want to be a mother?”
sigh, taking my time to find the perfect answer. His eyes do not look away as
he awaits for my answer. Out of nowhere, a smile takes over my expression, and
all the cheeriness that I had a couple of hours ago returns to my body.
I am a mother”
are?” He asks, stopping our walk, “But you… you are so young!”
sort of things happen, and I’m more than happy that it did” I say, never
leaving the smile disappear from my face, “Her name is Zoe, she’s
does she look like you?” Jared looks amazed by my revelation.
don’t know, everybody says she does, but I can’t really tell”
starts invading me with all sort of questions about me being a mother, and how
it is to have Zoe as my daughter. I answer them all, giving this little joy to
a drunk broken hearted man.
the end, it turns out that we are going to two different places, really far
from each other, so we are not allowed to share a cab. A bit much like our
lives. Jared is not the kind of man who lives in my sort of neighbourhood, the
one where you have to be extra careful even during the day. But Jared doesn’t
leave until I am inside a car. I receive his number before leaving, and a
promise of coming to talk to me again at the bar.
I don’t drink beer, but your craft beer
photos almost make me want to try them!
…I thought I didn’t like beer for all of undergrad and about half of grad school! But then - cliche incoming - we had GOOD beer. Like, bourbon-barrel-aged, vanilla-bean stouts, or fruity fizzy Belgians (which one of our friends hates, mind you), and beer that has silky texture and thick texture and chocolate notes and raisin notes and deep smoky marshmallow notes and also the alcohol content that hovers around the 10% range…
I have learned that I don’t like terribly hoppy beer, or beer with high IBU in general, or beer with strong funky or sour notes, or beer that might as well be weirdly-flavored water, and sadly that is a lot of what Americans drink (why? WHY???), but there IS really good stuff out there (assuming you’re not allergic to beer, which a different one of our friends is, tragically) if you look for specific flavor profiles that you know you like. :-)
Poor ol’ Innis & Gunn, amongst the larger UK craft beer community these Scottish dudes are kinda seen as the brewery equivalent of that creepy uncle whose stained rain coat seems to crawl of it’s own accord if you mistakenly get to close, no, that’s unfair.
They’re like that dog in your grandparents small town that spends it’s days urinating on old ladies feet and snarling at small children like it want’s to eat their faces off in front of their parents.
Nah, that’s not right either.
They’re more like that bore of a fixture at the local pub who can drain someone’s life force with just a few words in his monotone drawl. What I mean is, most who know ‘em have learned to steer clear.
This was a gift. I&G’s
commitment to mediocrity has burned me too many times before and these days I walk past their bottles of
couldn’t-give-a-fuckery without a second glance. So it was with some trepidation that I opened the really quite lovely box and popped the cap on that equally attractive bottle. Maybe this wasn’t gonna be so bad…
A sip and… Slap me ‘round the chops with a wet dildo and call me Clarence! This really isn’t so bad at all. Like stewed dark stone fruits smothered in bourbon caramel sauce and garnished with a random twig. It’s unsurprisingly sweet and malty, the bourbon is restrained but evident throughout, and a lurking spicy earthiness develops towards the finish. It’s smooth, medium bodied and err, delicately carbed (or well, flat), but those well crafted and complex yet subtle and easy drinking flavours really did a number on my taste buds. I gotta say I thoroughly enjoyed it and even think I’ll try and grab a few more if I can.
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name: Brigi a four letter word: beer a boy’s name: Benny an occupation: broker something you can wear: belt a food: banana bread something you find in a bathroom: bathtub a place: Bavaria a reason for being late: bed something you shout: Bazdmeg! a movie title: Beyond the sea <3 something you drink: Becherowka, Bacardi, beer, bourbon… an animal: bunny a type of car: Bentley title of a song: Budapest by George Ezra
Lee chose a nice bar for them. Loud rock music, good beer, the guests were mostly guys that already looked like they wanted to cause trouble and yes, they also had bourbon.
She wrapped her arm around Brock’s waist when they entered the place and immediately caught attention. The men checked if Brock would be dangerous or if they could risk flirting with Lee. The girls checked if Lee was any danger for them. Hell, they would try to scratch out her eyes if she wanted to take one of their guys away.
“Awww, they hate us already,” Lee cheered and pulled Brock to the bar.
“We want beer and bourbon,” she told the barkeeper and blew him a kiss, which brought her the next deadly stare.
When somebody suggested to paint the town red, Lee took that as a challenge. As always, she had two knifes and her gun with her and if Brock could keep up with her, this bar would only be the beginning.