Let’s not overcomplicate things today. It's Gin & Tonic Day, and that means we’re raising a glass to the most no-nonsense, damn-near-perfect highball ever concocted. 

 There’s a certain craziness inherent in human celebration, a primal need that must be met head-on. And there was no need quite like the need that started on January 17, 1920.

 On April 7, 1933, after 13 years of prohibition, the sale of beer became legal. FDR signed the legislation and proclaimed "I think this would be a good time for a beer." 

...For bartenders and bar owners, the closures were devastating... When the lockdowns stretched from weeks to months, many realized they would never reopen...

 March 3rd. Irish Whiskey Day. day where we hoist a glass and thank you for all the warmth, wisdom, and questionable decisions you've gifted us over the years. 

Mojo Nixon was a raving lunatic; a manic, no bullshit, larger-than-life agent of chaos. During my lifetime, many of my heroes have passed, but this one really fucking hurts. 

Can you walk into a bar and trade your AA Chip in for a cocktail? We give you the unfiltered facts.

 17 bars, six games of pool, and an unknowable number of Miller Lites later, I finally tracked it down. But I could never have prepared myself for what I found along the way. 

 Let’s talk about mezcal.  Not your standard-issue bottle of weak-kneed, lime-chasing agave juice. Nope, we’re talking about mezcal—the fiery nectar of the gods and devils alike.