Where I Drink

I have never stopped by without trying the wildest combinations in an effort to create a challenge

There’s always a friendly smile and a big hello from behind the bar

It provided everything a human being requires — and it was a two-minute walk from my house

If you’re looking for the grit and flavor of a smalltown dive, you won’t find it here

On the edge of Glasgow’s West End, the posh bar scene melts away for just a moment at Elderslie Street

I can think of worse places to spend a gold bar or two

Is it the best bar in Brooklyn? Certainly

Plastic ashtrays line the tables and bar as a living symbol of Texan freedom

A good bar is as private as a confessional

I can’t wait to go back

The only thing to interrupt the music is good conversation, good drinks, and the sound of the Brightline

It’s like dropping into the opening scene of an Agatha Christie story: anything could happen

Establishments where writers and reporters liked to drink hold for me a privileged position

The pub has Ireland, and the Irish experience in America, in its DNA

The mere fact it is on that liminal, edgy, Mexico-American borderland adds a definite frisson

It has been said that Kentucky culture distils down to thoroughbred horses, beautiful women and bourbon whiskey

What Colony lacks in ash it makes up for with the world’s best pizza, one designed specifically for drinkers

Spare a thought, dear Americans, for the British cost-of-drinking crisis

By the time I hit the ground running in 1956, Orsini’s was jumping