House Specialty

Domestic tourists to New York often associate the city with Times Square. To them the noise, lights, congestion, and annual dropping of a pricy disco ball give credence to their media-conspired vision of the city. For their convenience, an Olive Garden has been added. It generally has a two-hour wait for a table.

To the foreign visitor, SoHo may best represent the city. Once the habitat of aspiring artists and despairing dot-commers, this increasingly congested pedestrian mall teems with high-end shops, all of which are readily found in the tourists’ native cities. A few blocks to the east, the small, bespoke and custom shops of local designers struggle to survive.

But to the local resident, the quintessential New York neighborhood is arguably the Upper West Side. Here, where the Avenues have shed their numbers, one finds a sort of Bermuda triangle conceptually anchored by Lincoln Center, Zabar’s and the Dakota Apartments – with a Filene’s Basement thrown in for good measure and for quality designer merchandise at discount prices.
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(This was written by kaz for the old blog site)

by kaz

Spanning a twenty something year old career in the restaurant biz, I have had the pleasure of meeting all sorts of characters. I’ve had the pleasure, sometimes dubious, of working in all sorts of places. And well, I’ve met people who simply sling hash and want to get off shift as soon as possible and met others who, after far too many drinks still want to stay and relay what’s really been on their mind despite the fact that it’s 3am and the shop has been locked shut for hours. I have to say I’ve loved them all. They’ve all had some great stories to tell.

I have a voracious appetite for stories it seems. Red wine increases my ability to listen. And laugh. Linda. What a trip this girl was. One of my favorite people ever to work with, Linda brought her sparkling funny self to work no matter what. She loved white wine. We’d stay for ‘A’ glass and end up finishing the bottle. The thing with Linda was that she was beautiful. Inside and out. The boys always appreciated the out. Trust me. She had so many stories about the out. The girls. She had huge girls. To her credit she always hid the girls discreetly when she worked for me. I made her.

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Welcome to Beer Section of Bitterwaitress.com


I'm Fishy Tarbender, bring of absurdity to the forums, and hopefully I can expand your beer horizons.

I'm also into single-malt Scotch and bourbon, but on a tight budget, I can only do so much, so beer it is, but I might occasionally chime in on cocktails and wine, too.

I hope to bring an article at least once a week as I sample the MANY selections from across the world I have available in my metro area.

Speaking of worldwide.....today's selection is from Belgium. (I hear it's a Belgian style Lambic actually brewed in Canada, but I can't confirm that, not that it matters much in the larger scheme of things).

Lindeman's Framboise Lambic. Lambic is the style of beer, all of which are fruity in nature. Framboise is French for "raspberry," and so one can expect this beer to have a raspberry flavor to it.

and so it does. ha!

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