But I suspect that I would have been hit with joy if it was any drink at any bar that had reopened its doors to do what bars do best: hospitality.īars are simultaneously a place to be by oneself and a place of community. Perhaps it was what I was drinking at Viridian, an Asian American bar in Oakland, one of the places on this year’s Best Bars list many of the cocktails nodded to flavors of Asian candies my dad would surprise me with when he returned from grocery runs in New York’s Chinatown. Even with the masked staff and social distancing, the experience was unexpectedly life-affirming. To sit shoulder to shoulder with friends again, chatting with the bartender about esoteric spirits, hearing the laughter of strangers-it felt new and raw. Inside, on a stool, at the actual, physical bar. On April fifteenth, at 8:42 p.m., I had a drink.
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