Archive for September, 2008

Block on Four O’Clock

Tuesday, September 16th, 2008

“I saw her for the first time that afternoon. It was too hot to do much but sit in an air-conditioned apartment. I’d spent the morning waking up and writing checks to creditors, and in another hour it would be four o’clock and I could add brandy to my coffee without feeling guilty about it. For the time being I was feeling guilty.”

— Lawrence Block, The Naked and the Deadly

Block on Cognac

Tuesday, September 16th, 2008

The bartender came over. It looked like the wrong bar for cognac but that’s all I drink. I asked for Courvoisier.

“You want the Three-Star or the VSOP?”

Life is filled with surprises.

— Lawrence Block, The Naked and the Deadly

Another Colony Lost

Tuesday, September 9th, 2008

Small wonder one finds oneself drinking more and more at home, given governments’ general hostility toward the constituents of a proper boozer. The Colony Room will soon be shuttered.

‘I see it as my living room, and my only real goal is to send people away happier than when they came in. The drink helps. But it is today so, so difficult. Paperwork and petty laws. It takes great skill to make Soho not Soho, but they’re doing a hell of a job.’

Evolutionary Shortcomings among Pinnipeds

Tuesday, September 2nd, 2008

Biologists report that the walrus, while possessing a highly developed sense of humor, suffers from an insufficiently evolved palate.

DEWAR’S 18-YEAR-OLD FOUNDERS RESERVE, BLENDED

All right, guys, keep in mind that I’m new to this. I taste… fruit. Berries, maybe — or grapes. Oh, and it’s also sort of peppery, but then there’s this sweet and sour taste underneath. And — whoa — now my throat is burning. God, it really hurts. How’s this: a Dr-Pepper-and-Chinese-takeout smoothie, and also I’m a sword swallower who just swallowed a sword but screwed it up somehow.