I’m with Sarah Deming on this–I hate mixologists. Fortunately, they probably hate me too, assuming they acknowledge my existence at all, because I’m one of those muddle-palated creatures who prefers the taste of liquor to just about anything it can be mixed with. I don’t need a mixologist. I need a bartender.
All of this is my way of saying that you should read Deming’s piece in The Threepenny Review, in which she mocks mixology and all it stands for. It’s a beautiful piece of writing.
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