Thursday, April 6, 2017

THE BEAUTY IN THE BLACKOUT






I’m lying in bed with my consort of the moment, staring at the ceiling with a loud white void glaring garishly in my memory.

There is an immediate sensation of serious brain pain, and a kind of numb awareness that I simply don’t know whose house this is.





Thursday, March 30, 2017

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, VINCENT VAN GOGH





Vincent van Gogh (1853-1890) was without a doubt one of the greatest painters in history. 

Nowadays his work is sold for millions all over the world. 

The Dutch artist is also known for his depressions that lead to him cutting off his own ear and probably suicide. Although in recent years there is a theory that the painter might not have taken his own life. 

There is no doubt that Van Gogh drunk quite a lot during the 37 years he was alive. 

The booze might have played his part in his unpredictable character and Van Gogh even had hallucinations and delusions, but eating paint and drinking turpentine also didn’t make him too stable.




Come to BoHenry's and raise a glass to Vincent.

We have absinthe.

As Oscar Wilde once said: "Absinthe makes the tart grow fonder."



Wednesday, March 29, 2017

THE SPIRITUAL CONSEQUENCES OF ALCOHOL






Although it is mass produced, mass promoted, legal, and ingested by a multitude of people all over the world, most people don’t ever consider or understand the spiritual consequences of drinking alcohol.


The word “Alcohol” comes from the Arabic “al-kuhl” which means “BODY EATING SPIRIT”, and gives root origins to the English term for “ghoul”. 
In Middle Eastern folklore, a “ghoul” is an evil demon thought to eat human bodies, either as stolen corpses or as children.





Sunday, March 12, 2017

KEROUAC'S BIRTHDAY, A FULL MOON & DAYLIGHT SAVING ALL TODAY





Jack Kerouac

Drink: The Margarita
Kerouac, the captain of the Beat Generation, took to tequila thanks to his many trips through Mexico, a country he loved just about as much as his liquor. 
As the story goes, the words “Kerouac, go home” were written above the bathroom urinal at the White Horse Tavern, a New York hot spot for the writer, to remind him to stop drinking and head home.
“Don’t drink to get drunk. Drink to enjoy life.”



Saturday, March 4, 2017

BOOZE BOTTLES





Most quality liquors don't come cheap. If you want the best, you have to be willing to drop a few stacks. But what happens to the vessel that held all that fine liquor after you drop all those pretty pennies on it?
The answer doesn't have to be the recycling bin. Some liquor bottles are so exquisitely designed that you may want to clear a shelf for them so all your guests can admire their beauty, even without the booze. 
Here are 25 Cool Liquor Bottles Worth Buying For the Bottle Alone





Tuesday, February 28, 2017

THE WAR ON BOOZE








The War on Booze is nothing new.

We’re all familiar with the reign of terror called Prohibition. Going further back, temperance leagues have scolded and hounded the American drinker since the first still was erected in the New World. We could, of course, trace it back even further; one can imagine that the first time some hirsute, broken-toothed caveman slurped up the rank remains of rotting, fermented fruit in a commendable effort to forget the workaday worries of Paleolithic life, some other caveman stood nearby, curling his lip with disapproval.
Recently, however, the Texas Alcoholic Beverage Commission added a new twist to the old crusade. Beginning in August of last year, under the cheekily named auspices of Operation Last Call, undercover TABC agents infiltrated bars primarily in North Texas to scout out drunken patrons. When a particular tippler looked as if he was having too much fun, they alerted uniformed authorities, who then demanded sobriety tests and, if they determined the poor fellow was drunk, issued citations for public intoxication. They even went so far as to bust tourists in hotel bars, despite the fact they were registered at the hotel and their vehicles were parked several states away. Their justification? With a straight face they claimed those drunk tourists might just jump off their hotel room balconies.


Monday, February 27, 2017

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JOHN STEINBECK






“I have always lived violently, drunk hugely, eaten too much or not at all, slept around the clock or missed two nights of sleeping, worked too hard and too long in glory, or slobbed for a time in utter laziness. I've lifted, pulled, chopped, climbed, made love with joy and taken my hangovers as a consequence, not as a punishment.”


-- John Steinbeck


Wednesday, February 22, 2017

BARTENDER'S BURDEN





POINT: A beer and a barstool do not equate the right to spew every goddamn silly thing that pops up in that evil little mind of yours.

I’m the bartender and can’t leave the bar. You’re not, and you can and should, but won’t. Since most of the other customers split as soon as they get a whiff of your sparkling personality, you go to the one person who has to stay put. I’m in hell. It’s a slow night and all the interesting people are either at home or put their wagons in a circle way over by the pool table. What makes you think I want to hear about your broken-down car, your lame job or your crazy roommate who scribbles with crayons all over the walls? You mumble on continuously, meandering around the point into cul-de-sacs of boring detail. When I try to escape to the other end of the bar to wash the one dirty glass, you follow me and blabber on with the story that, in my mind, should be titled, “Why I Need to Be Shot in the Face Right Now.” If the bar is empty and all you have to spew is inane rambling, just order a drink, go into the corner and talk to the wall. Bang your head against it once or twice while you’re there. It can only help.

COUNTERPOINT: You do know you work in a bar, right?

If you worked in an office or factory you wouldn’t have to worry about people coming in off the street to hassle you. But guess what? You chose to work in a bona fide social center, a bar, and do you know what happens in bars? People drink, and when they drink they get talkative. It’s one of the great things about alcohol. Okay, so I might get a little loaded and spout off some random bullshit sometimes—who doesn’t? You’ve never mouthed off about things that don’t make a goddamn bit of sense? If you haven’t, congratulations, you’re a freaking robot. Look, we have jobs too. And we hate them, and bars are where we go to forget about them. And it’s your job to help us because you’re a bartender. You knew exactly what you were getting into, so it’s too late to pull your apron over you head and wail that you want to be left alone. Go work in a lighthouse if that’s your gig. All that said, I’ll try in the future to talk only about things that interest you—because it’s all about you—like kicking puppies and shoving old ladies under trains. Boom!




Thursday, February 16, 2017

WE ARE OPEN TONIGHT...



A bottle of Galliano is traditionally the bartender's last line of defense.



...despite parades and riots in SB celebrating the notion of "protect illegal immigrants."

(We believe in lawful immigration; it is the American way.)



Tuesday, February 14, 2017

REOPENING THIS EVENING







Following a brief hiatus for extensive spring cleaning, we are open again this evening in time for Valentine's Day.

It's hard to be a dive bar when we are so squeaky clean!

(It is also a pity that the iconic neighborhood saloon is now thought of as a "dive bar.")

Karaoke tonight!!


Wednesday, February 1, 2017

CELEBRATE IMBOLC AT BoHenry's





Spring is Coming!

Imbolc is a holiday with a variety of names, depending on which culture and location you’re looking at. In the Irish Gaelic, it’s called Oimelc, which translates to “ewe’s milk.” It’s a precursor to the end of winter when the ewes are nursing their newly born lambs. Spring and the planting season are right around the corner.





Tuesday, January 31, 2017