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Music Monday: All Scene Eye Co-Presents Kind Hearts and Coronets Every Friday in June in The Backroom at Casey’s

April 15th, 2013 — 12:54pm


All Scene Eye Co-Presents The orchestra pop band of quirkiness who call themselves Kind Hearts and Coronets will be live in The Backroom at Casey’s every Friday in June. We are so happy to have them grace us with their debut and we could not be happier. Well maybe a bit happier with a Jameson pickle back in our hand but that is beside the point. Kind Hearts and Coronets are an amazing band that make beautiful noise. Come and enjoy wonderful music with no cover.

Seven Grand DTLA Whiskey Society: Auchentoshan w/ Johnnie Mundell, Tuesday, 4/16, 7pm

April 15th, 2013 — 11:08am


This coming Tuesday, April 16th at 7pm, we will be hosting “Johnnie The Scot” Mundell from Morrison/Bowmore coming in to taste and educate us on the full Auchentoshan line: the 3 Wood, 12yr, 18yr, 21yr, and Valinch, a Limited Release Cask Strength offering. A Welcome Punch will be served at 6:30, come early and get a good seat. Tasting starts at 7pm, in the Jackalope Room.

Latecomers will not be seated, but can wait to meet Johnnie after the event. Guest bartender Lisa Selman will be pouring out specially priced samples after the tasting, until our house band, The Maker’s start up at 10pm.

Important: This is a “Glasgow-themed” event, Johnnie is requiring that guests must wear Green or Blue in order to be admitted.

Attendance will be capped at 35 people, with preference given to paid-up members and their guest.

RSVP on the link below, don’t miss this one. If I know Johnnie The Scot, he has some tricks up his sleeve.

Register Here!

For more information on the Seven Grand Whiskey Society, hit the link beneath my signature. Memberships are $120 a year, allow you to bring a guest to any event, and can be purchased at the bar. If you’re not a member, no worries, first one is on us.

We also offer private tastings, hit the flight menu link below for more info on that.

Your RSVP gets you in, but doesn’t assure you a seat. Come early and get cozy with your neighbor.

We look forward to seeing you. Feel free to forward this email to a friend.

Pedro, currently sipping a Peroni.

Pedro Shanahan
Spirit Guide, Seven Grand Whiskey Bar
Co-curator, Whiskey Society L.A.

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“The Varnish: Cocktails in LA” 4/12/13 – LosAngeles.com

April 15th, 2013 — 10:22am


“The Varnish: Cocktails in LA” 4/12/13 – LosAngeles.com

In the back of a dining room in Cole’s French Dip downtown, an unmarked door leads into the celebrated LA cocktail bar the Varnish.

The bar has a smokey, old-timey atmosphere, in the speakeasy style. Its beautiful décor—lots of tile and brass, and low, yellow lighting—recall an LA of ages long past.

Eric Alperin, co-owner and chief bartender of the Varnish, is credited as one of the forefathers of the burgeoning mixology movement in Los Angeles. Speakeasies with complex drink menus seem to be popping up everywhere, but Alperin is no follower. He’s truly an OG in the mixology game. Read more!

Spirit Guide: The Whiskey Song of History or the History Song of Whiskey w/ Max Seaman of The Varnish

April 10th, 2013 — 4:53pm


The Varnish hosts live music every Sunday, Monday and Tuesday. A rag-tag rotation of musicians play old American standards on our piano, often accompanied by a drummer, bassist, perhaps trombone or fiddle. It is a very informal, low-key affair while you sip a cocktail and chat with your friends. If you visit on these nights you might find the musicians befriending regular customers and nursing rum old-fashioneds between sets; or jazz-age enthusiasts in vintage attire prodding downtown locals into an impromptu Charleston; or if you’re lucky, a Varnish bartender making a guest appearance on jazz flute.

Invariably we have plenty of guests who want to sing along with the band. We’ve heard more than our fair share of tipsy Billie Holiday aspirants warble their way through “Summertime.” But sometimes there is a guest who, perhaps with the aid of liquid courage, decides that they are the star of the show. It is an awkward and delicate endeavor to convince these folks to stop slurring “Let’s Do It, Let’s Fall In Love” at the top of their lungs.
And so I cringed from behind the bar the other night when one of our guests, after a few Mint Juleps, got up from his table, whispered something to the band, and implored the room to indulge him for a moment. He began in a slight southern twang: “My daddy was a state senator for Mississippi, a state that didn’t repeal prohibition until 1966. In 1952, one of my daddy’s colleagues, Judge Noah S. “Soggy” Sweat, was asked on the Senate floor about his views on the matter. I thought I might share his words with you here tonight”

The bassist started to pluck a few notes, and the drummer tapped out a rhythm, the gentlemen’s accent deepened and his cadence swelled, somewhere between Southern Baptist preacher, a beatnik poet and a rabble-rousing politician:

“My Friends,
I had not intended to discuss this controversial subject at this particular time. However, I want you to know that I do not shun controversy. On the contrary, I will take a stand on any issue at any time, regardless of how fraught with controversy it might be. You have asked me how I feel about whiskey. All right, here is how I feel about whiskey.”

The rest of the room fell silent and turned their heads, which is normally my cue to intervene and ask the guest to take a seat. But I was actually curious to see where he was going. His voice crescendoed:

“If when you say whiskey you mean the Devil’s brew, the poison scourge, the bloody monster, that defiles innocence, dethrones reason, destroys the home, creates misery and poverty, yea, literally takes the bread from the mouths of little children; if you mean the evil drink that topples the Christian man and woman from the pinnacle of righteous, gracious living into the bottomless pit of degradation and despair, and shame and helplessness and hopelessness…then certainly I am against it.”
He paused to collect himself and wipe sweat from his brow with a handkerchief. The bass and drum continued softly as he took a deep breath, and then his voice boomed again:

“But;
If when you say whiskey you mean the oil of conversation, the philosophic wine, the ale that is consumed when good fellows get together, that puts a song in their hearts and laughter on their lips, and the warm glow of contentment in their eyes; if you mean Christmas cheer; if you mean the stimulating drink that puts the spring in the old gentleman’s step on a frosty, crispy morning; if you mean the drink which enables a man to magnify his joy and his happiness, and to forget – if only for a little while – life’s great tragedies and heartaches and sorrows; if you mean that drink, the sale of which pours into our treasuries untold millions of dollars, which are used to provide tender care for our little crippled children, our blind, our deaf, our dumb, our pitiful aged and infirm; to build highways and hospitals and schools, then I am certainly for it.
This is my stand. I will not retreat from it. I will not compromise.”

The room burst into applause, he bowed briefly and took his seat. The band started up again and everyone returned to their conversation. I approached the table.

“Are you the manager?” the gentleman asked.

“I am. Thank you for sharing.”

“Thank you for not kicking me out – I noticed you gave me quite a stern look when I began.”

“Well,” I said “we normally don’t allow guests to steal the show, but you managed to strike our sweet spot. We’re drunken history nerds.”
He chuckled and asked if he could order another Julep. We obliged.

Max Seaman, The Varnish, GM