We’ve started getting bored with pitting our interns against one another, and have finally graduated to pitting entire bars against one another. While it was neat to watch two high school seniors beating each other down in a cage, it’s even more fun to make lifelong nemesis’ out of once friendly bartenders.
The Local, a neighborhood joint on Ponce de Leon, recently started carrying the Whynatte Latte. Andy and I were over there earlier this week, checking up on some things (see: eating free popcorn), and started talking to a bartender named Grant. As cocksure as they come, Grant basically guaranteed us that he could outsell any bar in the city between now and the end of the month. I told Grant that The Albert is, for its size, one of the top selling Whynatte bars in the city.
We told Grant that if he could outsell The Albert between now and the end of May, we’d give $200 to the staff of The Local. Conversely, if the Albert outsells The Local, their staff will receive the $200. I told Grant that if he doubled The Albert’s sales, I would give him $400. He didn’t seem to think it would be much of a problem.
Below is the official contest contract, signed by Grant at The Local, and Drew at The Albert. Let the games begin:

Pointing to a Creative Loafing Best Bartender plaque on the wall, Grant issued a stern warning to The Albert, and immediately started shopping for a $400 walrus tusk necklace.
I took the coaster to The Albert for a signature, and Drew sloughed off the challenge as a foolhardy move by The Local. He seemed about as phased by the challenge as he was by the fact that I was wearing a vest made from abalone shells:
