Posted: 21 Jan 2014 - David Lebovitz
I was part of a whole generation of
San Franciscans that were terrorized by Bruno, a cantankerous, older Persian
man who had a bar in the Haight called Persian Aub Zam Zam. I’ve probably
mentioned him before, but I recently went down that rabbit hole of the Internet
where I found a few
stories
about him via a search for something else.
Then…well, we all knows where that
leads…
He believed that if you’re going to
have a drink at a bar, you should have it at the actual bar. I don’t know why
he had a few tables and chairs around the outskirts of the dark room, because
anyone that came in and tried to take a seat at one would be yelled at by Bruno
– “The tables are closed. Get the hell out of here!“
Am not sure if they were just for
decoration or what, but he would also flip out on people if they ordered a
foofy cocktail, such as a Cosmopolitan, a Screwdriver…or heck, anything that
wasn’t a classic cocktail on his pre-approved list. If you wanted to stay on
his good side, you’d order a Martini – one made with gin. An order for a Vodka
Martini would get you tossed out. And in contrast to what some “experts” might
advise, he didn’t shake or stir his (gin) Martinis, he “pounded” the $2.50
cocktail with a muddler, which resulted in an icy-cold drink, served (or
course) in a classic Martini glass. And your change was always a shiny
half-dollar coin snapped down on the bar after you paid.
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