bar environment Quotes

I wasn't a social drinker. I used to say that I didn't want to go to bars because they were full of assholes like me.

How?" I demanded. "How could you have screwed this one up?" "When I got in, they said the manager was on the phone and would be a few minutes. So, I sat down and ordered a drink." This time, I did lean my forehead against the steering wheel. "What did you order?" "A martini." "A martini." I lifted my head. "You ordered a martini before a job interview." "It's a bar, Sage. I figured they'd be cool with it.

Instead, I quietly excused myself and went to the bar, to commune with spirits I know how to relate to.

I was raised in bars. My grandmother had one, and when I was 12 years old I'd go stay with her and that's where I got to watch her band play -- she had a seven or eight-piece band, and I would sit in the kitchen and peek through the door. I was kind of a 12-year-old bottle washer.

I'm quite good at leaning against a bar.

What’s wrong with just talking? Isn’t that why bars were invented? So you could talk to somebody over a drink—as opposed to sitting at home alone getting sloshed?

Nothing anyone says in a bar is true.

We walk into a bar, and you're aware of all the eyes on you. We walk into a bar, and I'm aware of all the eyes on you, too. For you, this translate into confidence. But me? All I can feel is doubt.

I do jump behind the bar when we're really busy, but by that point I've usually drunk too much to work.

Of course many bars in Manhasset, like bars everywhere, were nasty places, full of pickled people marinating in regret.

The only reason people go to bars is to get drunk and have sex. To me, bars are what hell is like.

I like to do my principal research in bars, where people are more likely to tell the truth or, at least, lie less convincingly than they do in briefings and books.