The Liquidator
She, with the Technicolor phoenix emblazoned on her arm. She, with the Harvard master's degree in theological studies. She, with the obsession with tequila, with God, and the Aztecs. What else would someone like that be other than a bartender?
It’s a calling, you know. Serving spirits is spiritual, and Misty Kalkofen was put on this planet to mix and mingle. She knows this because it was the way of her mother, her father and those before them. Gerald met Hazel at an A & W root beer stand in Mexico, Missouri. The fateful day resulted in a restaurant-loving brood with a daughter named Misty who was destined to graciously shake and stir. First, she was a busboy (girl?), then, a waitress and up, up, up she rose to her life’s work. Behind a bar.
But it couldn’t be that simple. No, there was more to booze than fermented potatoes. Misty just knew it. There was such a history: Way back in 6th millennium BC, the Sumerians had offered beer to the mother of creation, Ninkasi. A few centuries later, the Greeks celebrated Dionysus with a nice merlot. And the Aztecs! Those Aztecs used to punish civilians who over-imbibed because getting hammered was only for priests – alcohol, they believed, brings you closer to God. Amen to that.
So Misty applied to Harvard Divinity School to learn more. She studied the Carthusian monks and how they make their signature Chartreuse. She hung out with families stirring beautiful mezcals in the hills of Oaxaca. She shot the breeze (and downed a shot) with her buddy, Florencio, who declared, while standing next to his fermentation tank, these powerful and unslurred words: “There are no chemicals here. Just God’s will.”
Indeed. Misty graduated and went straight to Drink. (Not the verb, silly; the noun, the location, the famed restaurateur Barbara Lynch’s inaugural bar, Drink; Misty’s raison d’etre.) This was a place where Misty can really show her true colors, including her tattoo, which she says she got to remind her of the enlightening lessons she’s learned in life. Her customers interpret her education in the form of thrilling concoctions of Blanco tequila, cocoa, cinnamon and Mexican smoked salt, to name a few. And there’s so many more, so many delicious, intoxicating combinations that will make you feel great, make her feel great in a glass brimming with joy and history and jolly good fun. Consider it a gift from the Gods.
Drink
348 Congress Street
Boston
www.Drinkfortpoint.com