April 16, 2001

Tax Day

Invent your own drink at the Strip House bar

It’s tax day, and we assume that you’ve taken care of business. (Slackers, click here to file an extension now.)

So you’ve done it Uncle Sam’s way. No surprise, since you’re a pro at doing it your mom’s way, your boss’s way, your significant other’s way.

Now it’s time to do it your way.

Yes, we’re sick and tired of attitude-afflicted waiters, pushy PMS-y pedestrians, harried taxi drivers (did you say take the FDR? We don’t think so) .

So the other night we stumbled into a little piece of heaven: the charming Chantin (a babe) and Claudio (an impossibly cute South American young thing), two bartenders at the Strip House (love those vintage pin-up girl photos from the forties and fifties). We watched in awe as they whipped up cocktails (what was the blue stuff? Was that really Sangria? Oh, my! A Bellini with Absolut Mandrin?), and because we were feeling a bit entitled, we begged them to let us have it our way. They complied. And you, dear subscriber, are about to reap the benefits.

Invent a drink. Your way. Five bucks will get DailyCandy subscribers any creation. For the next two weeks, walk in, and tell it like it is. Straight up, shaken, stirred, red, green, blue, with a splash of this and a twist of that. Or, if such boundless freedom daunts, give them a couple of hints and they’ll take care of you. Five dollars for the first, and then?you lush?you’re on your own.

And speaking of Uncle Sam…any way you can expense that?