
This bar holds many stories. Of being a regular, a barfly. Of becoming friends with the owner and the staff. Of cousin dingus working in the kitchen. And this story, of how I took my shot with the bartender Maggie.

Portland, OR “We completely undervalue curiosity” I was nearly shouting as I shouldered in through the door, talking back towards Roy who closely followed on the balls of his feet, his long arm reaching up to keep the door open long enough to enter. Inside the place was buzzing, and a chorus of voices poured…