And from what I gathered, the boy had been learning fast

[sovay]

derspatchel and I had dinner at Saloon. There is no sign; there is a lamp, a discreet doorman, and a downward flight of stairs. He said it was the closest thing to a speakeasy he knew in Boston nowadays. Most of the menu is alcohol. There's vaulting on the ceiling. All it lacks is a honky-tonk upright and lapel pins.

It was not on the menu, but the bartenders made me a Bunny Hug.

(The waiter who carried the request said dubiously, after I described the proportions of the drink, that she'd pour it down the sink, too.)

It was terrific.

Here's to you, Mordecai.

Comments

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

wakanomori and I went out for drinks with a friend on Monday, and I tried to ask for a Bitter and Alone, but alas, could not remember its components, let alone their proportions.

[handful-ofdust.livejournal.com]

Sh*t brickhouse!

Somebody took note of Mordecai's 100-somethingth birthday on tumblr the other day, and noted: "If you weren't fictional, Mister Heller, you'd be waaaay dead by now."

[strange-selkie.livejournal.com]

Which Mordecai, the fictional one? Or is that both, really, depending how you squint?

*hugs*

*and hangover pills*

[schreibergasse.livejournal.com]

ftw.

[ashlyme.livejournal.com]

Next time I'm in the Jekyll and Hyde, I'll ask for a Bunny Hug.

I think I'm developing a Mordecai crush. It's the pince-nez and disapproving expression!

[ap-aelfwine.livejournal.com]

Excellent.

Here's to Mordecai!