Setting up the home bar

 

When I was younger I often visited an uncle who had lots of coin to spend. I loved his house. It was big, tastefully furnished with everything seemingly perfect. I had access to all but one space. It was edged in one of the corners of the living room. Small black fridge, above it a cabinet made of glass and minimal wood with a lock and key that was verboten. My uncle would religiously go to the corner after work, pour himself what I believed to be bad juice (all my aunt’s doing). Years later I laugh at the thought. My uncle had a fantastic home bar. Continue reading “Setting up the home bar”