Sometimes Shit Happens


A year has passed.

I’ve been away.

I am back!

You’ve been warned…

This past year has been a whirlwind.  Personally and professionally, I have been on one hell of a ride.  Somewhere along the way, I lost my “funny”.  One thing I didn’t lose – my desire to connect the world through great drinks, great food and laughter.  In order to do that, I needed to go “away”.  I needed to just “shut up” for a while.

I do not believe in posting, blogging, tweeting bullshit just for the sake of keeping my face and brand out there.  There is enough clutter and noise on the world wide web and in the world in general.  I refuse to contribute to that mental litter.  Our lives have too much nonsense and bullshit.

This blog began with a simple idea – bring the WHOLE bartender to you.  

Show that bartenders are more than just the people who sling your drinks.

In the year I have been absent from this blog, I have been taking the time to create new cocktail recipes for us, experiment in the kitchen for us, observe the nonsense that comes along with my job in order to make us all laugh again.

To those of you that reached out to see where the hell I have been and when the hell I am coming back, THANK YOU!

Strap yourselves in and buckle up!

Xo, Amy

“What I lack in service…

…I make up for in personality.”

Honesty is the best policy

Honesty is the best policy

This is a phrase I coined years ago.  It is not because I give lousy service.  BUT there are times when I get so “weeded” that I cannot give the attention to my guests that I desire and they deserve.

I have a high standard for my level of service.  When it comes to giving people attention and entertainment, I have set the bar high. So, when the shit is hitting the fan, I bust out the super-watt smile and throw the charm into overdrive!

Never let them see you sweat!

Never let them see you sweat!

There is no worse feeling for me when:

*I keep you waiting
*I screw up your order
*I don’t make you feel like you are the only one

I am fully aware of these rare moments in real-time. AND you can bet your sweet patooty that:

*I feel awful
*I will still win you over
*I will spend my entire weekly therapy session on my short-comings

On the occasion when I am on the “other side” of the bar, I have those same expectations of the person waiting on me.  In fact, anywhere that “customer service” is required, I feel my blood boil when the “ball is dropped.”

Think about when you are out somewhere, be it a bar, a clothing store, the DMV, etc.  Do you ever feel like you just became a superhero and your “power” is INVISIBILITY?

"Over here!"

“Over here!”

Xo, Amy

Oh, the games we play

"Let's be carefule out there."

“Let’s be careful out there.”

If you have ever been behind the scenes in a restaurant, you have experienced the team huddle, a.k.a. pre-meal. For those of you with “real jobs”, this is the equivalent of being in a locker room pregame. The coach laying out what is expected of the team on the field. Not only by management and the owners, but by the fans that have come and paid to see them play.

On Friday and Saturday nights, pre-meals are more intense. Suddenly, I am transported – it is Precinct 7 roll call and Sargent Esterhaus is briefing us (Hill Street Blues theme playing in my head the entire time). How I wish just once our manager would end with “let’s be careful out there.” Instead, we close with a contest. One that usually involves an obscure Bingo board loaded with the most off the wall menu items, specials, high-end wines by the bottle, event tickets and the ever dreaded dessert (center square, mind you).

These contests turn even the quietest server into a Roman Gladiator. Personally, I shudder at these competitions. In fact, any type of competitive activity (especially one that is timed) can cause me anxiety. The mere mention of Musical Chairs still makes me break out in hives.

At this point, you must be wondering what prize could drive people into such a frenzy. Money? A paid day off? A mirror ball trophy? (Oh, wait, that’s just for celebrity dance offs.) Sadly, a free t-shirt marked with a liquor logo as obscure as the bingo board itself will do this to us. If a bottle of booze is the coveted reward of the night – look the hell out! Even if it’s a dusty bottle of peppermint schnapps, you better get ready for some of the best sales pitches of your life!

Now, if you are sitting in my section, you are probably safe from this warfare. I suddenly turn into the Little Match Girl trying to peddle her wares just to get back to my warm bed at the end of the night. BUT, if you have dared to sit in the shark infested sections around me, be ready!

You may have just been craving a glass of house red wine, a cup of soup and a gluten-free salad, but what you actually will be having:

$60 bottle of Charles Krug Reserve Cabernet Sauvignon,
House made Crab Cakes,
Braised Short Ribs with garlic smashed potatoes,
Decadent chocolate lava cake,
Washed down with a glass of 20-year-old tawny port
All while you wait for your $80 ticket to our next Cigar Night Event.

Xoxo and let’s be careful out there,

Salted Caramel Martini



So yummy!

So yummy!

I promised you drinks and here is your first one:

I created this treat for the Horseshoe Grille winter cocktail menu. Come on in and either I or one of our other incredible bartenders will be glad to wow your taste buds.

2oz Caramel Vodka
1oz Frangelico
1oz White Creme de Cacao
1/4tsp Kosher Salt

Fill cocktail shaker with ice and add above ingredients. Shake well. Strain into a martini glass drizzled with caramel and chocolate syrup. Garnish with a chocolate covered pretzel.

Whip one up and share pics of your masterpiece on my blog.