Abominations, all of them. Shooting is not painful enough for whoever invented that slop. Serving a drink in a cocktail glass (which is what that bit of barware is properly called, damn it, and it should be no bigger or smaller than 5 oz, ever) does not make it a "Martini". Ug.

Next time you come to Boston, I'll take you to the Eastern Standard -- the best cocktail-geek bar I've ever been in, hands down. Food's decent, too.

is that the place behind the WV Junior College and across from Chicken Bones?

Yeah, under Bent.

This wouldn't happen to be for "working women's wednesday", would it? I wonder how many working women actually show up. And not *that* kind of working.