Rematch Beeyatch

Many of you might think that bartenders are a bunch of moustachioed, tatooed, flat cap wearing tip hounds. You might even believe that they are allergic to sunlight and claw and hiss at you when encountered beyond the safety of three feet of wood.

It’s no my place to say whether that’s true or not, but if you’d like to go to where the wild things are and see for yourself, head down to The Standard on Sunday to watch them hoot, holler and mix up a storm. I’ll take no responsibility whatsoever if you kick on to the afterparty at LoFi.