Each month I work with writer Brandon Chuang for a Feast Magazine column called How To. Each month, Brandon interviews someone working in a field that he’s unfamiliar with, and in some cases, gets the opportunity to actually do the work himself to really see how it goes. Columns in the past have included dishwasher in a busy and popular restaurant, bartender at a joint where every single person is a regular, coffee roasting, and most recently, a beer vendor at Busch Stadium here in St. Louis.
Past midnight on a rainy late December evening in Manhattan. To say it was raining was an understatement: it was torrential, and cold as well. The bar near Port Authority was truly skanky and smelled like unwashed union guys, stale beer and urine. The burger joint that came after the bar was pretty much the same.
But that night … no one cared.
On a frigid day in January 2009 I ventured out with thousands of fellow New Yorkers celebrating the end of a dark era in American politics. Despite the sub-zero wind chill we watched the giant TV screens in Times Square as Barak Obama recited the oath of office for the presidency of the United States.