On the eve of my trip to New Orleans and in honor of the amazing time I had at last years Tales of the Cocktail in wonderful New Orleans, Louisiana, I want to do a broken little recap of some of the madness. This is a post I started when I got back from Tales last year and never really go back to it. The ending literally got a little fuzzy so I didn’t know how to wrap it up. Sorry for the abrupt ending but that’s when the updates stopped and the real partying began. Probably best that way. :)
When asked what Tales is all about, I liken it to Jazzfest for bartenders, industry professional, and enthusiasts. It’s five days of seminars, tastings, parties, networking and all around marathon style drinking. For a detailed look at some of the goings on you can check out the Tales of the Cocktail website.
Last year as Tales of the Cocktail approached, I debated with myself whether or not I was going to try to do some live blogging with my iPhone and a nifty little WordPress app. It sounded great in theory but when it came time to the actual hustle and bustle of trying to be at four places at one time, the live blogging was thrown by the wayside. So I turned to Twitter. Obviously everyone is familiar with Twitter at this point and it was a great way for me to make an attempt at telling the story of my Tales experience as it was all going down. So with this post I want to try to do something different and use my “tweets” as a timeline. Not only to try to tell the story of what went down in my world, but to also help remind me what the hell went down by possibly filling in some blanks. So here is to the best of my ability my “tweet up” of Tales of the Cocktail ’09.
Wednesday July 8th:
That’s right, I took a freakin redeye from LA to NOLA to kick things off. My first seminar was The Bittersweet Truth of Opening a Bar at 10:30 Wednesday morning. The only way to get there on time was you guessed it. A redeye. Otherwise the only other option was to arrive around 5 o’clock pm and that really wasn’t an option.
That’s pretty much all that needed to be said albeit 6:37am. Hey, redeyes can be tough on your mental state.
By this point I’m feeling great. I’m in NOLA. I’ve dropped my bag off at the Bienville House where I’m staying, and I’ve made it just in time for my seminar at The Monteleone. Couldn’t miss this one because the guy I work for at The Varnish (Eric Alperin) is on the panel. Not to mention Cedd Moses, Ricky Kline, and H. Joseph Ehrmann as moderator. More on the seminars later.
After the seminar, massive hunger was starting to set in. After meeting up with a few LA folk outside of the Monteleone we made a pilgrimage over to Coop’s Place for lunch. Sure enough after walking in I recognize a rag-tag bunch of familiar faces. The Jambalaya Supreme was so good I wept, er, maybe it was the spice. The first and last meal I had in NOLA that weekend was at Coop’s. Love those guys.
After lunch I was finally able to check in to my hotel and then made a b-line back to the Monteleone and promptly parked my ass at the Carousel bar and ordered a Sazerac. Good times.