shit shit SHIT

okay, so there is a bar downtown called The Neighborhood. It is cool as fuck to begin with because they have an awesome menu to include jalepeno mac and cheese, insane burgers, at least 3 diferernt kinds of french fries, and beef tartar(FUCK! YUM!) okay so besides that, there is a wall of kegs next to the woman's bathroom that is actually a secret door you push to a secret bar called "noble experiment". though it seems to be styled in a speakeasy fashion, they fancy themselves a "pre prohibition" cocktail lounge. oh yeah you have to text them with your name/party size/and day you want to come and they will tell you what time to show up since there is at most a 30 person capacity inside the place. i think there were 8 bar stools and 3 booths. the shtick they have is that you tell the bartender, aka bar master, what you enjoy and he or she crafts something unique and fucking awesome(i'm going to use fuck a lot in this post becuase i've been drinking and i use that word to stress incredibility) that they think will suit your fancy. Right off the bat i informed anthony that I enjoy makers mark and most bourbans neat. he mixed me up a manhattan style drink with some other delicious additives that i found pleasing and different. next, after getting a bit mroe comfortable with our surroundings and host, i told him that i was one to drink a whiskey sour in my day. he asked if i had ever had a real whiskey sour to which i answered "probably not". well, he started this drink off by cracking an egg and pouring the whites into a cocktail glass. holy fuck have i been missing out. so i have my first real whiskey sour. a couple conversations later we're talking about good beer and he tells me that he has a good drink for a porter drinker called a golden thistle. fuck ing shit. so good. did i mention there is one wall that is all gold painted skulls. holy shit. call me and let me tell you about it