Saturday, October 10, 2009

Pardon me but I think there's a tear in this beer...


So GQ magazine recently named Nashville one the Top 10 Drinking Cities.

I don't know whether to be proud or embarrassed.

The honky tonks always get mentioned in lists like this, but I was glad to also see The Patterson House. Having a cocktail at that bar is like getting a spa treatment.


It's tranquil (for the most part). Good manners are sort of required. And it just smells sooo good. How could it not when the bartenders spank (their word) sprigs of mint over drinks to release essence, and hunch like little bow-tied scientists over cocktails with droppers of house-made infusions such as rose water.

On my last trip I had the Vincent's Ruin, a cocktail named as such because it contains absinthe...and lemon bitters, St. Germain elderflower liqueur, and bourbon, which pretty much makes it Jennifer's Ruin, too.


The checks are delivered inside books, and my table got an old how-to on journalism. This is the chapter on "Newspaper Morals." (Insert fit of laughter here?).

But lest we get too fancy, here's a video of my friend Lynn's karoke performance at Lonnie's Western Room, another bar that could have made GQ's list. This is his version of Merle Haggard's "I Think I'll Just Sit Here and Drink." Is there a better song about drinking, really?



Then these cats brought the house DOWN with...oh I'm not gonna tell you. You must watch...

3 comments:

LG said...

Endless Love! That was fantastic! I must go there STAT!

angie said...

i remember that night! awe! good memories sista!

Jennifer Justus said...

Angie, yes! And if my memory serves me, you were being hit on by a 21-year-old during the Endless Love number. Ahahahaha.

Laura, if you haven't been, I must go with you! It's hysterical and awful and perfect!