Duff’s Diary #5 “Here we go!”
I felt something in the air that night. A subtle electricity as I smoked a cig at my post on the door at Sloan’s. It was a slow night and you could here the muffled beats coming from inside the [...]
Gin and Tonic, Motherf-cker!
St. Patrick’s Day, 1995. I had been working at Sloan’s for the better part of a year. But tonight I was not bouncing. I had finagled myself a bartending shift. Patty’s was rockin’ and I was three [...]
THE SEED OF BOONDOCK SAINTS
Whenever I blast my bike past 8623 Melrose Ave., a big smile splits my face. It used to be this cool little bar, sitting in the shadow of the Pacific Design Center called J. Sloan’s. After my [...]
NEVAH ME!
I had just cranked out the dinner rush to my Executive Chef, Helmut Elmann’s satisfaction. Helmut was a legendary Austrian culinary artist. He sounded just like Arnold Schwarzenegger, something [...]
F-ck It! Let’s Have A Drink!
Sometimes I find myself standing on my front porch in L.A. with a cup of coffee getting cold in my hand. It’s a big view but my eyes seek out this one little piece of vista and I become [...]