I’m behind the bar, guy orders a martini, and a water. I make the martini. I can hear my fellow bartender getting ice in the back room. Scoop, drop, scoop, drop. I finish the martini, grab a red Solo cup, and as I’m about ready to get some ice, my fellow bartender starts pouring ice in the ice bin in front of me. I put the cup underneath the icefall and it fills up.
For some reason, this is the best part of my night. Because the timing has to be just right.
From my heart to yours,
Clint Curtis. Bartender.