June 26
...serving up your daily dish.
In July, Baristaville is getting a new business called Fume. The establishment has nothing to do with Bloomfield High School; it's a new cigar store/lounge opening on Bloomfield Ave. in downtown Montclair, flanked by a tattoo parlor and nail salon. Talk about your day of beauty.
June 26, 2005 in The Sunday Barista Poll | Permalink
I can't vote in your poll since there is not a none of the above box to tick. When I think of cigars I think of Hoyo de Monterrey Excalibur, Montecruz # 2, Cohiba Siglo IV, et. al. I think of all the great evenings relaxing with a fine cigar, either out in my deck in Montclair, or in a hotel lounge. I suspect the new lounge Fume on Bloomfield Avenue will see me as a occasional customer, but I still like the small mom and pop shop in Verona or better yet Duty Free at Beirut.
Posted by: jmo | Jun 26, 2005 12:54:27 PM
Sorry, Liz, but I always think of Sigmund Freud: sometimes a cigar is just a cigar.
Posted by: The Barista | Jun 26, 2005 1:29:48 PM
I don't smoke cigars but I'm reminded of a really great and classy cigar bar in Pasadena, CA. It had amazing ambiance, delicious cocktails and really great live music.
If it's classy and well done then I say go for it.
Posted by: dani | Jun 26, 2005 5:36:06 PM
Ah, I think fondly of a brief flirtation with cigars I had back in the 1990s. There's nothing like working on deadline while sucking down a stogie--nicotine delivery device extraordinaire. Oh, those breathtaking run-on sentences... The wild flights of fancy of the overwritten billboard paragraphs... Those flourishes and curlicues at the closing that always got edited out (by non-smokers). And then, after the piece was written and sent, the delicious feeling of being completely spent, mouth tasting like an ashtray.
Posted by: walleroo | Jun 27, 2005 8:33:13 AM
So what do you do now -- wear one of those writing patches?
Posted by: Chris | Jun 27, 2005 8:43:26 AM
The petty equivalence of Jesus-as-antidote to cigars is endangering your newfound status as most reasonable/reasoned poster, walleroo. God isn't mocked so easily. You've got to come up with bigger vices than you've yet copped to before I'll accept you as even a half-reformed sinner.
Posted by: cathar | Jun 27, 2005 9:58:32 AM
"billboards" and "pargraphs" are concepts which should never meet. How did your second job go?
Posted by: Right of Center™ | Jun 27, 2005 10:14:06 AM
Sorry, cathar, I would've replied sooner but I had to shoo away a couple of dead guys who had wandered into my office. As you so perceptively perceived, I have indeed not found Jesus. I am guilty of mocking a major religion, though it's formally my own religion, and we (Jesus and I) have been through some tough times together (I almost said hell), so perhaps I could get a pass? I would never try and palm myself off as a reformed sinner. I was the kid who wanted to piss his parents off but not too much. My major vices have been laziness and lack of discipline, to which I still lapse.
Anyway, it's going to be a hot day, so it's probably just as well you tore that hole in the seat of your trousers.
Posted by: walleroo | Jun 27, 2005 10:26:37 AM
Walleroo, I never for a second thought you were "mocking" anything. (And I'm writing this while standing.) I was just encouraging you to greater debauchery before you repent. The Lord supposedly loves prodigals, so I always figure the more prodigal the better, prior to supernal embrace.
Are you, based on your post, by any chance in advertising? I used to work for advertising magazines, and my favorite billboard-related recollection there is that in some out-of-home competition (in the spirit of all those lightbulb jokes) three listed copywriters won a "Best Copywriting" award for, literally, a one word billboard.
Posted by: cathar | Jun 27, 2005 10:39:41 AM
If I were in advertising, they'd have found me long ago hanging from the rafters, though I did very briefly dabble in advertising's weak sister, corporate public relations, before getting out, with my sanity bruised but intact, by the hair of my chinny chin chin. The "billboard" I'm referring to are the few paragraphs of a magazine article that come after the long lede anecdote and tell you why you should bother reading further. In J-school they call it the "nut graph", I think. But I like ROC's interpretation--I think it might be fun to actually put up the billboards, on a scaffold with a little white hat.
Posted by: walleroo | Jun 27, 2005 10:57:22 AM
As for being a prodigal, my depression-era father undoubtedly thinks I'm already there, even though I don't even have central air.
Posted by: walleroo | Jun 27, 2005 11:01:25 AM
