Tuesday, July 23, 2013
Sunday, July 21, 2013
Thursday, July 18, 2013
Wednesday, July 17, 2013
Tuesday, July 16, 2013
Find your way to the most historic saloons, pubs, and dives of America.
These are the watering holes that shaped our nation and created our country.
Find the favorite spots of our Founding Fathers, the places where the most well-known celebrities could relax, and the joints that most wouldn t walk into without a bodyguard.
Bucket List Bars: Historic Saloons, Pubs, and Dives of America: Clint Lanier, Derek Hembree: 9781937110437: Amazon.com: Books
Wednesday, July 10, 2013
Thomas Van Stein
Will hang in BoHenry's for Halloween
“Whenever the devil harasses you, seek the company of men or drink more, or joke and talk nonsense, or do some other merry thing.
"Sometimes we must drink more, sport, recreate ourselves, and even sin a little to spite the devil, so that we leave him no place for troubling our consciences with trifles.
"We are conquered if we try too conscientiously not to sin at all.
"So when the devil says to you: do not drink, answer him: I will drink, and right freely, just because you tell me not to.”
-- Martin Luther
Tuesday, July 9, 2013
|Hangs at BoHenry's|
“Wine is the most healthful and most hygienic of beverages.”
― Louis Pasteur
Saturday, July 6, 2013
Friday, July 5, 2013
Researchers from Harokopio University in Athens found that drinking a little less than a pint of beer improved blood flow and increased the flexibility of important arteries around the heart.
Thursday, July 4, 2013
No matter how sick you get, your doctor probably won’t prescribe a glass of gin. But that wasn’t always the case. During the Renaissance, the juniper-flavored spirit was thought to “cure” everything from gout to the Black Death. (It didn’t, but guzzling gin beat fighting the plague sober.)
During the late 17th century, British gin stopped being an ineffective medicine and became a cheap way to get blotto. Nicknamed “mother’s ruin,” gin was responsible for putting a good portion of the population of London in a permanent stupor. After a few decades of this decay, gin’s reputation became similar to heroin’s today.
Strangely, after centuries of dubious medical claims, gin restored its honor thanks to its therapeutic value. As the British Empire expanded into tropical areas, malaria became an epidemic. Quinine, derived from the bark of the cinchona tree, combated the disease, but it had a critical weakness: Its overwhelming bitterness made it tough to stomach.
Luckily, chemists perfected a carbonated tonic that made the quinine more palatable. Colonists soon realized that a slug of gin could liven up this concoction, and gin and tonic became everyone’s favorite medical cocktail. As these travelers returned home, they brought their new drink with them, and Londoners once again embraced gin as something other than the tool of the devil.
You could hardly blame them. Herbal, clean, and refreshing, gin is the perfect pour for a summer night. So for your health’s sake, why not toss back a gin and tonic?
Not only is it every partygoer's favourite drink but Champagne could even be good for you, a new study claims, after scientists discovered it can help prevent memory loss as the brain gets old.
Compounds found in a glass of bubbly can stimulate signals in the parts of the brain that control memory and learning, the study found.
Researchers at the University of Reading say our ability to remember routes or events are known to deplete with age, which could lead to poor memory in old age or even dementia.
But Champagne slows these loses and could help to prevent the decline of cognitive skills that occur when the brain gets old.
The drink was shown to improve spatial memory in particular, which is responsible for recording information about surroundings and can help with navigation.
Wednesday, July 3, 2013
Tuesday, July 2, 2013
|An Evening with Papa|
Thomas Van Stein
Hang at BoHenry's
“Would you l-like to know why I killed myself?”
“You want to tell me that?”
“I’m storyteller. It’s good story.”
“World War Two. Cuba. My Crook Factory. Heard of that, chief?”
“Made J. Edgar Hoover mad at me. Eddie and Junior.”
“Hoover and Clyde Tolson. Pet names for one another, Eddie and Junior. Faggots, both. Me also to blame.”
“For riling Hoover?”
“Hell no! Drinking too much. And pills. Seconal, to sleep. I can handle G-men trailing me, make faces at them.” The apparition puts its thumbs in its ears and sticks out its tongue. “But I spook easy.”
The apparition nods.
“But I’m the one being spooked!”
“Okay, I stay, talk. Faggot Hoover thought he owned intelligence in Cuba. I stepped his toes. Broke them.” The apparition glances around the room. “L-like this room, chief. L-like Ketchum. My hideaway. Gets cold enough to make coyote howl off-key. Followed me here, bastards.”
“To this room?”
The apparition shrugs. “Had house. You see today.”
“L-liked Glamour House best. When me leave Mayo, drive home, Ketchum, they are here, American Gestapo. In Christi’s. Watching me eat, l-l-last supper. I tell Mary, ‘See, they are here.’” The apparition shakes its head in disgust. “Didn’t believe, never did. Too many martinis. George goes to check…”
“Dr. Saviers. Returns, says they’re just salesmen. Salesmen on Saturday night? No. Would never end. Fine supper, my l-last. New York steak, rare. Only way to eat meat. Favorite Cote du Rhone, chateau neuf du pape. I always said, day without wine, day without sunshine.” The apparition chuckles. “Some things never forget. L-last to l-leave, about eleven. No hurry.”