Wow! Just fucking wow!
I moved to Tampa about six-and-a-half years ago with two specific goals in mind: start a successful, sports-related website and get back into the service industry.
I guess one out of two ain’t bad.
I was coming out of a miserable relationship, had just turned forty years old and the job I was in, and hated, had just let me go. So basically, at 40, I was homeless, loveless and jobless. I needed to find direction. With the help of some very special people in my life, and you know who you are, I was able to land squarely on my feet.
It took a while to find the right gig though.
All I knew is that I wanted to tend bar again. Thousands of you have heard this story before but for those of you who haven’t, here it goes again.
I worked at a bar, a very special place called Lillian’s Music Store, to put myself through college and graduate school. It was the most fun I ever had in my life. I made good money and was able to pay for my entire education slinging drinks. After graduating, I moved on to desk jobs for twelve years, jobs at which I excelled, but they just weren’t me. The desk job I found most rewarding was the one that had bar stools on the other side of it.
So at forty, I took a long hard look at myself and decided it was time to do what I enjoyed most.
The tricky part was not everybody was looking to hire a forty-year old man who hadn’t worked behind a bar in twelve years but simply wanted to.
Another very special place called Mangroves, which no longer exists, gave me that opportunity. It was there, a two-story building on South Howard Avenue, where I reconstructed not only my new self but countless lasting and meaningful relationships.
Eighteen months ago, with the help of another special friend, a little Irish Pub in Ybor City was looking for a full-time bartender. I was hired and the rest is history. There I tend bar to this day, another new beginning and a very caring and supportive family.
I’ve been in the newspaper before for bartending. This time around was a bit different.
Creative Loafing, Tampa Bay’s guide to all things artistic, celebrated the 25th anniversary of their Best of the Bay in which they nominate things from best politician to best dive bar. One of their categories was best mixologist, a fancy word for someone who pours your drinks.
With your help, I won that contest. I’m not sure how many votes I ended up tallying but it must have been a lot because I won outright.
And it was amazing. Whoever said if you love what you do for a living, you’ll never work another day in your life was spot fucking on. When I was at that cross roads, one thing I promised myself was that I would never again dread driving to work.
Here come the thank yous.
To the original Lillian’s crew who taught me that tending bar was an earnest profession for which I never had to apologize. It was a hard working job in which, yes, you could still affect people’s lives in a positive way. Thanks to Michael, Joey, Todd, Gerald, Cindy, Pam, Laura, Rena and the best bartender I ever worked for or with, the man who basically taught me everything I know about the craft, Tom Blake.
To the Mangroves crew who will never suffer a Vitamin C deficiency for all the damn Grand Marnier we drank and who at first skeptically welcomed but later embraced a forty-year old bartender whose last drink was poured long before there was Red Bull, Fireball or a million different flavored vodkas. The place now stands under different name and ownership but its memories live on forever. Nothing but love to Rocky, Tina, Jason, Sean Mac, Paul, Dave, Tally, Brandon, Travis, Joey, Monica, Fibbs, Johnny D, Ben, Nathan, Stan and I know I’m forgetting a few folks. To all the customers who became dear friends too numerous to mention. And a very special thank you to Sam, Larry and Debbie who took a chance and were eventually happy they did.
Thanks to the James Joyce Irish Pub, my newest family, and Jackie for landing me the gig in the first place. Many thanks to Brett, Will, Nick, Pam, Kelly, Daniel, Devin, Todd and Trey, the best fucking chef on the planet who has fed me the last six years of my life. A million thanks to Ryan and Janice for their unwavering support. They once asked “What makes you such a good bartender.” Now they know.
And of course, thanks to Dean.
This day, I am beside myself with joy for I have proven to myself that happiness can be found if you just look hard enough. There is much more to come as the celebration is just beginning. To everyone I’ve ever served a drink, had a conversation over the bar with about sports, booze, women and life in general, I thank you. In addition to paying my light bill, you have proven to me how rewarding life can be.
To all again, I extend a sincere and incredibly heartfelt thank you.
Cheers Chump!! Well done sir!
I remember the days at Mangroves, hanging with my brother from another mother. The first time I met you, I remember distinctively texting my blood brother that I just met the coolest MF’ing bartender in the planet. Shortly thereafter we became great friends. I had no reservations traveling from Wesley chapel to SOHO, because I knew my main man would be serving it up. You do more than just sling drinks to us drunks, but your generosity, humbleness and direct earnest engagement with your patrons is priceless. Some of my fondest memories were playing hooky from work on some Wednesday nights to participate in the karaoke . Those are some of the things I will never forget. Your recent award is very much well deserved. I wish you nothing but more success in your future endeavors. I’m very proud to call you more than a friend, a brother!
Factoid, thanks, man.
And Black, I don’t know what to say man. Thank you.
Room full of Mr. T’s, my friend.
Congrats!!!! Now you definitely owe me on the house when I finally get there. Spicy Bloody Mary followed by your choice(s) followed by a cab ride
Congrats Chris! Well done mate. From across the pond.
Nice!!!and the award just states the obvious… (& what I’ve told U for years) that you’re great at what ever you do. Yr amazing & this award is well deserved. I couldn’t be prouder of you. Congrats & a heartfelt thanks to ALL those who have helped you along the way . So
Very proud of my award winning “mixologist!”
Patience and persistence and passion. The best “mix” there is!
Pumped for you… congrats. It brings great pleasure to read something like this, to know you have a friend and a super genuine person find success and happiness in what he does.
Now only if you could pick some damn football games a little better.
Heartfelt congrats, buddy.
Kudos on the dedication and determination shown. To those who have assisted you along the way , I know now they have to be pleased with not only your efforts, but also the success achieved ! Once again my man , long may that success reign !
This could be the only voting decision I’ve ever made, without hesitation and as often as the site would allow me… Daily & then some….. No one deserves this award more than you Chris, and that isn’t just the red headed sluts talking! Cheers and all the best to you!
We actually just started making our own bloody mary mix lately (recipe undisclosed).
It got us second place is Tampa Bay’s bloody mary festival.
That’s how we roll, dude.
Not bad, huh, Rosco?
Look forward to hearing stories about the trip.
Not a bad turnout last night, huh?
Congratulations! I still look forward to having you serve me one day…
By that time, Mar, you might just be my one millionth customer, he he.
If you weren’t 3000 miles away, I’d test your margarita mixing skills.
If I ever make it that far east, I’ll be sure to stop in and put you to work.
A tip of the hat and the glass to you brother. Continued success and contentment.