Tonight I finally went to Drink in Fort Point. I realized a few things:
- I miss Fort Point. A lot.
- Drink has probably ruined me for any other bar. I can't imagine another bar where bartenders put that much care into the art of crafting the perfect cocktail. They are like alcohol apothecaries. They even make their own grenadine. How cool is that?
-I may or may not be "hip". Being in my early 20s might make me hip be default. But the totally rad pin from "Bobby from Boston" probably helped my hip-ness.
-Pretty, well dressed people my own age hang out in Fort Point. Despite having worked there for 6 months, I never noticed this..
-Saying "I run a theater company in Watertown" does not, in fact, impress the traveling crew of "Spring Awakening" from NYC. Not that I expected it to.
- The Ward 8 is tasty when done right (even if the bartender lets me substitute bourbon for rye).
It is also historical.
-Drew, who bartends at Drink is going to get Rick and myself very drunk on Monday. When I offered to take phtos of the event, he recommended bringing a camera I "have no personal attachment to". This may or may not be a bad idea.
-Seriously Fort Point is awesome.