Several years ago on a trip to Mexico, a bartender made me The Chelada one morning after a fun night out the evening before. He promised me The Chelada would cure my hangover. I watched him make the the chelada using beer, clamato juice, lime and a few other of his secret ingredients. When he brought it to me it looked suspiciously like a bloody mary but not as thick as a bloody mary and not decorated with a salad bar of garnishes. I wasn’t sure about it when I first saw it because a bloody mary isn’t my favorite…
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Continue ReadingFor many years Saint Patrick’s Day was my most dreaded holiday of the year. I used to tend bar part-time (yes, yet another job) and nothing said amateur night (or day) more than Saint Patrick’s Day. It was a day and night filled with slinging drinks, sloppy drunks, no tips, and suburbanites wearing tee shirts that proclaimed they were “CHI-RISH” UGH! On my own, I refused to ever celebrate the holiday except for the years I spent in my friends yard during the South Side Irish Parade. I don’t count that as celebrating because it was basically beer drinking, fire…