Bars should post their bartenders’ schedules on the front door. Because Gallant is a living doll who greets you with pleasure, remembers your drink, and slips you the occasional free beer for every four you buy. But Goofus is a Grade A dick, upon whose sour puss recognition, much less pleasure, never flickers and who flirts and sidebars ceaselessly when he should be getting your drink. But you’re in luck at One-Eyed Mike’s any night you visit. The crew is uniformly professional, and all possess the rare ability to make you feel like a valued regular, a long-lost friend, the second time you visit.
Staffing his bar well is less luck than a mission statement of owner Mike Maraziti, and good for him. Bad hires are quickly weeded out, and the staff truly seems to have each other’s backs. One-Eyed Mike’s has good pub food; a sometimes peaceful, sometimes raucous outdoor patio; and is the headquarters of the self-proclaimed world’s first Grand Marnier club. (Look on the web site for hilarious bylaws—“members may never order a Grand Marnier on the rocks.”) But Grand Marnier gives us major heartburn, so it must be the gallant bartenders that bring us back.