Heaven's Door, the whiskey company co-created with Bob Dylan, plans to build a whiskey bar and live music venue called The Last Refuge in Louisville, Kentucky.
A rare offering that’s a “testament to the art and craft of whiskey making” is also a testament to beautifully crafted packaging design.
For PTV Contest on Eurobricks The Golden Age of Piracy... Adventures and romance? No, piracy means blood, booze, violence, plunder, booze, murders, suffering, booze. You should keep your eyes open in the port’s alleys. One yawn and you will find yourself with a knife in your ribs. Boatswain Bob was drinking away his loot. Together with one-eyed Tom from the Big Betty schooner they were finishing a case of rum. Tom found one case of rum to be not enough and decided to take the last bottle for himself. Bob, on the other hand, could not tolerate such impertinence and shot Tom in the face. Romance.
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Note: I originally posted images from this book in November 2009, but then added additional images in February 2014. Boom! Just came bac...
People have been infusing booze for hundreds if not thousands of years. Heck, my mom and dad were making plum brandy when I was still knee high to a grasshopper(not the frozen drink, although that sounds good right now). They would let it sit for months in our basement, which was always scary to me […]
New Orleans, with its street music, cocktails and Creole cuisine, is a spicy, sweaty, bouncing metropolis unlike any other in the USA. Shane Mitchell heads south to the Big Easy.
We've had that drink holder for a while, just laying there, with no place to attach it to. Really, no place around the house was convenient for it at all. So...
Illustrated print for Pointe Blank and the Birmingham Royal Ballet.
Considering the place is called Bøker & Børst (Books & Booze), I assume it offers two in one, cafe by…
©1967 Cute little cocktail recipe book 5 3/4" X 5 3/4".
A world of sequin ornaments to remind you of your favourite things. From Lobsters to tacos, champagne to butter. I want to make the mundane marvellous!
Booze Box: A Chicago, IL Bar. Known for Great Cocktails
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It's all about our ridiculous love of booze
Fakir Hindou will tell your fortune, if you want her to. She sits atop the wooden bar in her wooden box: just yellowing paper and a whole circle of possible predictions. Only today Fakir's glimpse into my future is erratic, to say the least. "Tout marche à vos souhaits", she says. Suspicious, I insert 20 cents again. My companion has just had the same result and I am not sure I like Fakir's prediction of my future: it is not always good to have everything you wish for! If we did, what would inspire us to work hard, to plot grand schemes, to try new things? The landlady admits that the spinning wheel of fortune does tend to get stuck. So we receive our twenty cents back, for a new prediction, and I only consider afterwards that this is like feeding coins into a slot machine or having my palm read, or refusing to walk under ladders, or praying - we feel it might help in some way, but are not quite sure how or why. The jukebox is not working either. That is a pity, because there are few customers and I could have played whatever I wanted, within a certain epoch. I take a sip of Grimbergen, and decide to talk to the lady at the bar instead. Everyone else entering seems to think I am the bar lady. So I get up and talk, and when I return a few minutes later, as if to punish me, someone has drunk the rest of my beer. Booze n'Blues has been family-run for the last 13 years. I've come here several times before, when the jukebox was working. Not much has changed. The smoking ban has come in, making the interior a little easier on the lungs, but paintwork and memorabilia and the not-for-the-sqeamish toilet and urinal combo downstairs could do with some touching up. But this sense of timelessness is really the appeal: I know that if I leave Brussels and return in five years Blues n'Blues will still look the same, and the jukebox might be playing Chuck Berry or Johnny Cash. Nobody seems too concerned. It's a personal space of Zappa and Zeppelin papered nostalgia: it is what is is. Perhaps a little sawdust on the floor to add to the wooden stools, tables and bar and Miller Light signs, and I would feel that I was in rural South Carolina or Tennessee. But I don't feel quite in America. The lady tells me her brother opened Blues n'Blues after a former bar, Blues Corner, closed down. Now he lives upstairs. He has never been to the US due to a fear of flying, so has missed out on annual blues meetings there. Instead he has his music here: and a bar interior that reminds me of the US, here in central Brussels. Booze n'Blues rue des riches Claires 20
