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  • Kill Devil Rum Club – The longest road taken(so far)

    Many Tiki bars have their lists. Not the kind you don’t want to be on like Santa’s naughty list, but the kind that does damage to your liver and wallet. I’m talking about is the rum list. It is known by many names depending on the establishment you may frequent. In this particular case it is know as the Kill Devil Rum CLub.

    Nine years ago the Forbidden Island opened in Alameda,Ca under the command of Martin Cate and the Thanos Brothers. Aside from the amazing decor and long list of historically accurate Tiki cocktails is, the Kill Devil Club, a list of over 100 rums from many regions of the world, created to educated those to the wonderful complexity and variety of the spirit that is rum.

    Like any college student I was very familiar with rum & coke, but rum on its own. Please. This list has served as an amazing, eye opening, wallet depleting journey that has at long last, at this tiki bar anyways, come to its conclusion. I have FINALLY, after a short period of time spanning nine years, finished my list at The Forbidden Island. My name will be added to the wall, in shiny plaque form, along side an already long list of people who have finished this list, forever immortalized behind the bar.

    Many have completed this list more than once. One gentleman, in fact, has done so over twelve times, a feat which I believe will never be met; certainly not by me. But I do have the distinction, to date, of having taken the longest time to complete the Kill Devil list.

    The greatest part of this adventure has been in the numerous wonderful people that I have met on this journey and the wondrous experience of being exposed to, agricole aside, so many varying and delightful rums. And now back to Mai Tais and Painkillers.

  • Turning forty

    I had the great pleasure this past weekend of turning forty. In our youth centric world you would think this to be an odd statement. But then I am over the hill by your myspace, Mtv media driven society.   I remember when I turned 30 people telling me it was the new 20. The same people are now telling me that  40 is the new 20. Personally 40 is 40 and I love it.

    What made turning 40 so memorable was the the time, love and great pains that my amazing wife, family and friends took to make it so unforgettable. I was content to have a quiet time of it and not make a big deal out of the day. I’m not really a big fan of birthdays, but not for the aging reasons most people seem to have.

    I was prepared to do laundry, sand the dresser for the babies room and take care of some things around the house. This was fine as my wife had, just the day before already suprised me with an old school shave and hair cut at the Barbers lounge in Sf.  She went to drop me off and and a few of my friends were their waiting with a box -o- cup  wicked good cup cakes and beers in hand.  Afterward we had  drinks in the Mission, my old stomping grounds and had amazing tapas at Esperpento. I had forgotten how good their food is! All of this was also after having brunch with my dear friends Carolyn & John and their adorable two year old flirt of a daughter Maeve.

    Now you add this perfect day, to the fact that my wife had already knit me the most amazing hat and had surprised me on all counts, i needed nothing else. Well she and her co-conspirators were not quite finished.

    On the day of my birthday I had breakfast with my wife and sister at the Log Cabin in Albany. The plan was to go grocery shopping, look at a house, take care of the list of aforementioned chores and have a quiet relaxing day.  There was also the plan of having a “single drink” at my favorite place The Forbidden Island. Well My wifey, Leslie, invites my sister for come by the house later on in the day which surprised me, but set off no flags. Ok we’ll have a drink I’ll make dinner and still have a quiet evening. Nope

    After a series of events designed to throw me off a trail i didn’t know existed, we finally arrived at the Tiki bar.  As I left the well lit sunny street to the the dimly lit world of Tiki I was greeted with a deafening  “surprise”  before my eyes had even adjusted.  I had been gotten once again, two days in a row on a scale I would not have imagined possible.

    It took me about forty minutes to get through the initial hellos to everyone there. It meant a lot that everyone had not only gone to such lengths to suprise me, but they had all come out to celebrate the day with me.  Here I was surrounded by great friends at my favorite Tiki  bar with everyone drinking from peronalized “skillbilly” tiki mugs.  Even my birthday cake, made by Sugarcoatit Studio, was totally tiki! I was in Tiki Heaven.

    I have often heard people use the phrase “the measure of a man” refering to the status of their possesion and social status in society.  I have come to realize that the true measure of a man is his friends and family. It may have taken me forty years to realize it, but I am truely blessed with the best of both.