”It’s like Comic Con for bartenders”, he said. And he couldn’t have been more right.
My first day at Tales of the Cocktail was like the first day of school and I was a freshman. I wandered the halls with my schedule in hand, sheepishly asked directions to the Bonnet Carre Room with my backpack in tow. As I stood in queue waiting for the class to begin, I tugged nervously on my lone wristband. A voice nearby asked if the line I was in was for the Monongahela Whiskey class. I looked up to be greeted by a familiar face excited to see me, a friend-in-booze.Read More