Sam tore it up at the Stone earlier tonight, a brilliant solo fiddle banjo and tape set with a little help from St. Augustine.
An anomaly from my current favorite hang, the East Side Company Bar:
The current iteration of the drink menu includes a "Bee's Knees" (gin, honey, lemon juice), beneath which there is another "Bee's Knees" (anejo rum, honey, cream). I ordered a "Bee's Knees," mumbling something about "the one with the cream" which apparently was not heard, because I was brough the gin, honey + lemon concoction (delicious). I told the bartender ("Nice Peter") that I had meant to get the one with cream and he told me it was "a typo," and that they "don't serve any drinks with cream" there. Huh? Nice Peter shall henceforth be known as Nice "Enigmatic" Peter or Nice "Slightly Confused" Peter, depending on how charitable I'm feeling.