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bathroom is too occupied for

too long of a time.

Along of young bartenders

look at Dushan as mentor

because he's got two

wildly successful bars and he

did something extraordinary.

with Employees Only.

Let's make a bar for

bartenders and chefs.

Let's make a bar

sort-of for us.

Before we had the vision of

the physical space, we had

the vision of an ethos.

Everybody sitting on any point

of this bar will see where

everybody else is sitting at

that same bar.

Yeah. In bars, people get laid.

At least in bars that we design.

And this is my favorite, uh,

Employees Only thing.

The credit card receipt,

where the woman wrote

"You guys make a girl wanna

take mer shirt off. Meow."

And then instead of tips she

said "Blowj*bs".

Look at this. This is my bar

team. They belong to a tribe.

And you create this by having

mentorship programs.

By giving away your knowledge to them,

you know?

Coming down to their level in

the beginning and giving

what you have.

So that they can come up.

Yeah, that's what we did with

them.

Uhm, well, here's my house.

Nothing really too exciting,

I don't like to collect a lot of

bottles of booze or anything

like that.

But uh, I'm just kidding.

As you can see, that's my face,

in red white and blue here.

I'm working on some orange

bitters, these are just some

ideas that I write down here.

You know, this is my, couple of

my EO family, you know.

These are the guys

with the tattoos.

Our Employees Only tattoos.

But uhm, you know, just kind

of like a yearbook.

Like a team yearbook photo here.

This is my new mallet.

It's very heavy, very

obnoxious. But hilarious.

This is my Thor hammer.

But uh, here's some of my old

Marine Corps awards.

Uhm...

Yup, way back when,

several years ago,

before I started bar tending.

While I started bar tending,

I was in the Marine Corp.

And uhm, it was my life.

Uhm, I loved it to death,

and uh...

Well, almost to death.

Come on, come on.

After 9/11 I decided to join

the United States Marines.

I just wanted to make a man

out of myself, ya know?

I graduated number one

in intelligence school.

Uh, top of my class.

I had a chance, to uh...

to pick Hawaii for three years or

to go to a airborne unit out of

Okinawa, Japan, that was

eventually going to go to

Afghanistan.

And I volunteered for that unit.

I thought what kind of leader

would I be if I went to Hawaii

while, while my guys

went out there and died.

I had everything going for me.

But one thing I didn't have was

just how to stay out of trouble.

Mind your own business.

I didn't have that.

Luckily, life goes on.

Uh, I got my bar job and...

I know this might sound,

weird or nostalgic or something.

I mean this is my uniform.

This is my...

My new platoon.

And I have a roll.

That's so cool for me.

I feel like I was-I feel like I'm home.

Here at Employees Only, the

tier system, if you will.

You start off as a stocker.

You're wearing a black

t-shirt.

Essentially your'e the

barback's barback.

Then, uhm, you get your

apprentice jacket and...

That's at least two years

worth of service.

You're now the barback.

So this jacket means a lot to

me, it says apprentice but

I'd rather apprentice here than

bartend anywhere else on the planet.

So uh, in my room, home, I

have my military cammies.

This kind of reminds me of

that too.

Something to look forward to.

So uhm, they're hanging on my

wall and hopefully

You know, once I'm done with this jacket,

put that on my wall

and then, maybe someday, when

I have my own place

have my personal bartender

jacket along the wall.

Well, to be honest, I have

one goal only and that's

to become personal bartender

at Employees Only.

Peter, you still want a Bud?

Uh, why don't you do your

usual? Absolut, club soda

a little cranberry.

Reggie, he's not.

Artie, stop it.

No, he's not an a**hole.

He's not an a**hole.

He's not an a**hole, Rob.

Rob... he's not an a**hole.

Artie! Artie

That's it, yeah. We'll

all do shots, yeah.

He's not an a**hole, Rob.

He's one of my friends.

Rob! I just said to you there

times, he's not an a**hole.

If you're gonna act like an

a**hole-

Dude, do not f***ing

yell at me because

we're going to have a whole

different problem.

You don't want any part of

that, Rob.

It's been fifteen years! Rob,

it's been fifteen-Rob.

It's been fifteen years since

you've been in here.

And you're causing a problem.

Don't do it, okay?

Don't do it, Rob.

Don't start!

Do not f***ing do this

to me again!

Every time you come in here!

Get out! Right now!

Put your f***ing shoes on

and get out!

The restaurant industry

is funny...

It'll give you the greatest

life you ever had,

but if you're not careful,

it'll take more than you give it.

Bye.

I just don't know how much

longer I want to of it.

You know, it might be time

for me to start, you know,

a real or different life.

Just got done

cleaning the toilets.

Top to bottom, and that's the

end of my night.

So I'm gonna go home.

I'm still gonna smell

like bleach.

Even if I wear gloves, it's

gonna come through it.

Uhm.

I used to be a manager

of Citigroup.

Fo their commercial equipment

finance.

I used to work for these

great big people and

everything else

And I'm pretty sure they've

been in bed

for like nine hours.

They don't have all this.

In the fifties, after the GI

build,

you've got Americans with college

educations for the first time.

And suddenly a job that you

didn't need a degree for

was a dead end job.

There were career bartenders,

but they forced into the career.

No one want dot stay

in bar tending.

In the 1960s, there was

nothing more uncool than

Drinking a martini, that was

like the antithesis of cool.

Cool was like, uh...

A twenty two year old girl,

bra-less, dropping acid.

That was hot.

You know, the other thing

was just like ugh,

old, old old.

- Hi Mom, hi, Dad.

- Hi, son.

Hi, Mr. Chapman,

Mrs. Chapman.

Like a martini, son?

Oh, no, thank you.

Not for me.

When I talk to people about

the three martini lunch

they all kind-of, they roll

their eyes and say how did we

What did we think we were doing?

It killed the afternoon.

Bars in the north,

in the 1970s, were music.

Were pick-up places.

It's where the singles bar

had gravitated from the 1960s.

Well, I mean the early

seventies was the

beginning of of clubs.

Of disco.

I think it was the first time

where you would leave your

neighborhood to go to a bar.

From there, we sort-of move

into that Haywood Gold era of

bottle flippers.

and the sort-of

sex on the beach.

People asking for

Red-headed Sluts.

And green sour Pucker

apple martinis.

Woo woo shots, Grape Crush

shots, toasted almonds.

B-52s.

Kamikazes

were, you know, like

a big thing.

Long Island Ice Tea instead of

using Triple Sec Blue Curacao.

Topped with uh, Chambord,

instead of Coca-Cola.

So you can see the tie-die

come down.

Someone ordered that, I

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