Summary
From the James Beard Award-winning author of Bitters and Amaro comes this poignant, funny, and often elegiac exploration of the question, What is the last thing you'd want to drink before you die?, with bartender profiles, portraits, and cocktail recipes.
JAMES BEARD AWARD FINALIST * WINNER OF THE TALES OF THE COCKTAIL SPIRITED AWARD® * NAMED ONE OF THE BEST COOKBOOKS OF THE YEAR BY CHICAGO TRIBUNE
Everyone knows the parlor game question asked of every chef and food personality in countless interviews: What is the last meal you'd want to eat before you die? But what does it look like when you pose the question to bartenders? In Last Call , James Beard Award-winning author Brad Thomas Parsons gathers the intriguing responses from a diverse range of bartenders around the country, including Guido Martelli at the Palizzi Social Club in Philadelphia (he chooses an extra-dry Martini), Joseph Stinchcomb at Saint Leo in Oxford, Mississippi (he picks the Last Word, a pre-Prohibition-era cocktail that's now a cult favorite), and Natasha David at Nitecap in New York City (she would be sipping an extra-salty Margarita). The resulting interviews and essays reveal a personal portrait of some of the country's top bartenders and their favorite drinks, while over 40 cocktail recipes and stunning photography make this a keepsake for barflies and cocktail enthusiasts of all stripes.
Praise for Last Call
"[Parsons] captures the people and places through stunning photographs and prose. Like a perfectly balanced cocktail, it is equal parts cocktail recipes, travelogue and mixtape." -- The Atlanta Journal-Constitution
"Measure equal parts travelogue, tell-all, discography, and cocktail companion--in service of an obituary of all patrons--and you have Last Call ; Brad Thomas Parsons's best book yet. Through soulful photos and gritty interviews, he and photographer Ed Anderson capture the rawness, vulnerability, and ecstasy of the metamorphosis between the end of a guest's night and the beginning of a bartender's." --Jim Meehan, author of Meehan's Bartender Manual and The PDT Cocktail Book
"This book is a delight. Last Call shows us the sense of community evoked by bartenders across the country, whose wisdom and tenderness are captured here both in words and beautiful photographs. It made me--an erstwhile bartender and faithful customer--happy to remember that we all have nights when we unexpectedly hear the words 'last call,' and that noble and fascinating bartenders are out there waiting to share it with us." --Alan Cumming
Author Notes
Brad Thomas Parsons is the author of Bitters (which was the winner of the James Beard and IACP Cookbook Awards, and a finalist for the Tales of the Cocktail Spirited Awards), Amaro , and Distillery Cats . He received an MFA in writing from Columbia University, and his work has appeared in Bon Appétit , Lucky Peach , Food & Wine, Travel + Leisure, PUNCH , and more. He lives in Brooklyn.
Publisher's Weekly Review
Drink experts offer end-of-life planning with a twist--or sometimes an olive--in this ambitious cocktail guide that doesn't live up to its promise. "As I approached my fiftieth birthday, my own mortality and sense of legacy weighed heavy on my mind," writes James Beard Award--winning Parsons (Bitters and Amaro) in the introduction to this travelogue cum collection of recipes and bartender interviews. Visiting nearly three dozen bars throughout the country, Parsons asks mixologists for the recipe for the last drink they would like to have before they die. Given the premise, the book is disappointingly not quite edgy enough to captivate, nor especially epiphanic. Parsons's project is instead workmanlike, with straightforward prose, informative Q&As, and moments of serendipity. At Brooklyn's Long Island Bar, he meets Toby Cecchini, the man who, while working at Odeon in the 1980s, perfected the cosmopolitan. As a cocktail collection, the book's 40 recipes are a mixed bag: some bartenders want to meet their maker with a classic Manhattan (two nearly identical recipes are offered) or martini. More intriguing are the craft cocktail options such as the grilled apricot iced tea, using apricot-infused Irish whiskey, found at the Service Bar in Washington, D.C., or the Kona swizzle, with rum and coffee liqueur, from the Fox Liquor Bar in Raleigh, N.C. While there are certainly gems, unfortunately, too much here feels watered down. (Oct.)
Library Journal Review
Food writer Parsons (Bitters: A Spirited History of a Classic Cure-All) started with the idea of asking bartenders their final drink before the ultimate last call. He used that premise to interview bartenders around the United States. For most of them, the question of the last drink brought out reflections on bartending techniques, history, memory, and tradition. A few of the bartenders offered no last drink or suggested a drink that didn't include alcohol, yet the question still provoked deep thoughts on one's own mortality. Of course, if you ask about a last drink, you'd expect to make the drink, so from each bartender comes a recipe (or recipes) for the last-call drinks as well as tips for each. It should be noted that the bars Parsons visited are mainly located on the coasts (East, West, and even along the Southern coast). VERDICT Parsons alternates between direct interviews and storytelling, which leads to a slightly inconsistent writing style that makes the book less smooth to read. Still, he manages to offer a thoughtful and enjoyable book that will delight cocktail aficionados and lovers of bars alike.--Ginny Wolter, Toledo Lucas Cty. P.L.
Excerpts
The Crunkleton Chapel Hill, North Carolina | Gary Crunkleton "Goin' home, goin' home By the waterside I will rest my bones Listen to the river sing sweet songs To rock my soul." --Grateful Dead, "Brokedown Palace" Among southern bartenders, Gary Crunkleton's reputation is larger-than-life. In fact, it veers toward American folklore proportions. The North Carolina native opened The Crunkleton in Chapel Hill in 2008, offering an elevated drinking experience that focused on classic cocktails and a deep spirits list that ran counter to the area bars, which mostly catered to the drinking habits of local college students. The first time I had the good fortune of meeting Gary was on a late-summer night at The Crunkleton (which, as a bar name, is impossible to say out loud without smiling). Crunkleton is built like the late Chris Farley, with a head of mussed-up hair and a hint of mischief always brewing just beneath the surface. As we were saying our good-byes, he sized me up and down, grabbed me by the shoulders, and said, "Brad, you and me, we're a couple of Clydesdales. And Clydesdales have got to stick together." He's truly one of the most generous, thoughtful, and downright hilarious souls I know, and I'm honored to call him a great friend. The thirty-foot-foot bar at The Crunkleton runs the length of the front room and has over six hundred unique bottles on display on ten-foot-high bookshelves that reach toward the ceiling. Crunkleton credits the Grateful Dead for inspiration, modeling the backbar after his favorite band's legendary Wall of Sound speaker setup that spanned the entire backdrop of the stage during their 1974 tour. Assembling that many bottles in a control state was not an easy feat, and when Crunkleton wanted to expand his collection to offer rare and vintage spirits to his guests, he lobbied the state legislature. In 2015, North Carolina General Assembly House Bill 909 was passed--Crunkleton calls it the "Crunkleton bill"--allowing the "sale of antique spirituous liquor" in North Carolina bars, restaurants, and distilleries. "Owning a bar meant I would need to be there every day to serve guests. I thought it best to create a place full of things that I love in order to sustain my enthusiasm and appreciation for the place," says Crunkleton. "I'm a big guy. I'm into sports. I look like a good old boy who lives in a trailer park and eats fish sticks, but that's not who I am. I created a place that's regal and rich and complex. I created a place about who I am, or who I esteem to be." Crunkleton is the first to tell you that he gets easily distracted, and even though I've known him for years, it was difficult to pin him down to interview. But his good-natured charm is always on display. "I know you're a writer, Brad, and I buy a lot of books," he says. "But I'm going to tell you right now, I've only read two books cover to cover in my entire lifetime: The Bible and John Grisham's A Time to Kill ." We talk on the phone and text each other quite often, but every time I tried to sit down to talk with him during my time in Chapel Hill, we'd last around twenty minutes before he'd get antsy, stand up, and say, "ready for lunch?" or "feel like dinner?" or "let's go for a drive." But just spending time riding shotgun in his Suburban as he drove me around the University of North Carolina campus, stopped in for a slice of pizza at his favorite pizzeria, or caught up with our good friend Bill Smith at Crook's Corner for plates of pimento cheese and hot pepper jelly with crackers, cold fried chicken, and Atlantic beach pie revealed more to me about Crunkleton as a bar owner and father, but, more important, a friend. Crunkleton started out making good money bartending, but as he was getting older, he wanted to settle down and establish permanent roots in Chapel Hill and meet someone to settle down with. His regular spot to try to meet women was an Italian restaurant on what he calls the "older side" of West Franklin (the undergrads run wild on the other side). "The problem with me is that when I was trying to feel sexy and cool and attractive and all that, there would be people in there eating pasta. So I'd have a glass of wine so I would look cool, but all the while I was thinking, man, that pasta looks good," says Crunkleton. "So I'd eat a bowl of pasta and feel bloated and full and not sexy and not appealing at all. I'd say to myself, Well, I had a great bowl of pasta but didn't meet anybody. I'll try tomorrow night." Crunkleton eventually did meet his future wife, Megan, there, and they now have three sons, Montgomery, Hudson, and Beaufort. The running gag in town is that there are four boys at home when you include Gary. But his agonizing pasta travails gave him the idea for what would become The Crunkleton, a bar where adults could enjoy themselves and have great drinks and good conversation, but there would be no food to distract people. "I said, let's open a bar. It's the only thing I really know how to do that I'm good at. And I made it happen." It took about two years for people in Chapel Hill to understand that The Crunkleton was unlike any other bar in town. "We literally had to create a market--to create a culture," says Crunkleton. "And we did it through cocktails. There are people around here with discerning palates, and we transferred that to what they're drinking." One of his favorite last call stories at The Crunkleton is when he had a bar full of guests who were having so much fun they wouldn't leave, even chanting, "Hell no, we won't go," to make their intentions known. Worried that the local police would drive by and see people at the bar drinking after 2:30 a.m., Crunkleton came up with an idea, jumped out from behind the bar, and started chanting in unison with the rowdy group. "The music I was playing was good for doing a conga line, so I started one and everyone got in line as we danced throughout the bar," says Crunkleton. After a couple loops around the room, Crunkleton shouted, "Let's take this outside," and led the group out onto the street. "After the last person from the conga line was out the door and I had a good angle, I ran back inside the bar and locked the door," he says. "They were all unhappy being tricked like that, but they understood and laughed about it." Despite running a place with over six hundred bottles of spirits, including what Crunkleton calls "some of the best whiskey ever made in America" with bottles dating back to 1906, you're most likely to find Crunkleton drinking a Miller High Life at the bar. "To me, this simple, inexpensive beer captures what the bar is all about," he says. "The Crunkleton is a place for everyone who strives to bring out the best in people. A guest can come in here for the first time and be intimidated by all the bottles, the fancy cocktails, the bartenders in bow ties, and the higher costs. The Crunkleton is not a common bar. But a simple bottle of beer can be the drink that shows guests what we are by showing them what we are not: pretentious, assuming, chichi, or jerks." He tells me that the obvious problem with considering one's final drink is that one doesn't know when that last drink will come. But given that he knows himself pretty well, he tells me his last drink would indeed be a cold bottle of Miller High Life and a glass of rye whiskey, most likely Rittenhouse bonded rye. "I purposely do not pluralize the word drink despite there being two different drinks in front of me. For me, the beer and the whiskey represent one drink in two different vessels," says Crunkleton." In a time when cocktails, mixing drinks, and knowing all about spirits are very en vogue , it is comforting for me to find enjoyment, satisfaction, and fulfillment in two simple things." Standing by the pool table at the back of the room, Crunkleton seems at ease and takes a moment to look over the bar and soak in the space he created here in Chapel Hill. He brings up "Brokedown Palace," his favorite Grateful Dead song. "My guess is most people think that song is about dying, but not for me. Why wait to share all of life's wisdom on one's deathbed? Share it daily. Live life with meaning. Although the song appears on the surface to be about endings, it's really about new beginning." He racks up the balls on the table, picks up a cue, and leans in for the break--but then pauses for one last thought. "I spent many days when I was younger turning drinking into a bad thing. Fortunately, I have found the grace that comes with an occasional drink," he says. "I hope that my final drink choice says that I am who I am, whatever that means. I try not to be anything more than who I am, and I hope that I am a caring, honest, loving, funny, authentic, and gracious man that relishes in the best life has to offer. For me, the simpleness of a cold bottled beer and a pour of whiskey is an appropriate gift for an honest day's work of doing good." Excerpted from Last Call: Bartenders on Their Final Drink and the Wisdom and Rituals of Closing Time by Brad Thomas Parsons All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.
