A room for the conduct of dignified business: the settling of scores, the pouring of measures, and the quiet contemplation of a lineup that let you down.
Membership is automatic and non-negotiable. It is conferred by the act of entering a league in which the last-place finisher must chug two cans of cold soup in front of witnesses. Dues are paid annually, in full, before the draft. Dress code is aspirational.
House rules
The Lounge opens at kickoff and closes when the last game is final. It does not open on Tuesday because you are still upset.
A man may check his lineup at the table. A man may not read his lineup aloud at the table.
Trade proposals are not discussed in the Lounge. The Lounge is for recovery, not for crime.
The reigning champion pours first. The reigning champion also pours for everyone else, on the grounds that he can afford to be gracious.
The last-place finisher pours last, drinks last, and does not get to choose the bottle. He has a separate appointment with a tin.
Any man who says the words "I had him on my bench" buys the next round.
No phones on the table during the auction. You have a budget and a screen; you do not have both hands free.
The tins are opened in the room. A man who opens them in the kitchen is depriving eleven other men of the only part they were looking forward to.
Business Meeting
Any dispute the Charter does not settle is settled by a round of Business Meeting. There is no second avenue and no appeal to a higher body, because there is no higher body.
Ties are required. This is not a figure of speech and it is not open to interpretation. A man without a tie may neither call a meeting nor be called to one, and a man who sits down without one has forfeited before the deal.
The meeting is played with Grandpa's deck. There is no other deck. If the deck is not in the room there is no meeting, and the dispute stands unresolved until it is.
The rules are not reproduced here. A man who needs them explained to him is not in a position to be disputing anything.
Meetings are convened in the Lounge and nowhere else. Not in the group chat, not in a driveway, and not at a wedding.
The result is final. It is not subject to appeal, to review, or to the Commissioner, who is himself subject to it.
Calling a meeting over a matter the caller knows to be settled is itself a matter for a meeting.
What is decided at the meeting is not reopened afterwards. Not that night, not in August, and not in the year the standings make it relevant again.
Grandpa's deck
Grandpa's deck. The aces, the kings, the queens and the jacks. Everyone at the table already knows which of these is going to cause the trouble.
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♥
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The card
Old Fashioned
Louisville, 1880s
The original cocktail, and still the argument-ender. Spirit, sugar, bitters, water. Everything invented since is a detour.
Bourbon or rye
2 oz
Demerara sugar cube
1
Angostura bitters
3 dashes
Water
a splash
Saturate the sugar cube with the bitters and a splash of water in the glass. Crush it to a paste. Add the whiskey and one large cube, then stir for about thirty seconds until the outside of the glass is cold. Express an orange peel over the surface and drop it in.
Glass
Rocks
Garnish
Orange peel
Rye gives you spice and a drier finish. Bourbon gives you vanilla and a softer one. Both are correct; only one of them is correct for you, and you will find out which after about four.
Manhattan
New York, 1880s
The Old Fashioned with a wardrobe. Serve it cold enough that the glass fogs, or do not serve it at all.
Rye whiskey
2 oz
Sweet vermouth
1 oz
Angostura bitters
2 dashes
Stir with ice for thirty seconds. Strain into a chilled coupe. Garnish with a good cherry, meaning a Luxardo, meaning not the radioactive ones from the sundae aisle.
Glass
Coupe
Garnish
Brandied cherry
Two parts whiskey to one part vermouth is the house ratio. Equal parts is a Perfect Manhattan's less interesting cousin and we do not serve it.
Rob Roy
Manhattan, 1894
A Manhattan that went to Scotland and came back with opinions. Named for a Broadway operetta, which is the most Lounge fact available.
Blended Scotch
2 oz
Sweet vermouth
1 oz
Angostura bitters
2 dashes
Stir with ice until properly cold. Strain into a chilled coupe. Lemon twist, or a cherry if you are feeling generous toward yourself.
Glass
Coupe
Garnish
Lemon twist
Use a blend, not your good single malt. Putting an 18-year Highland Park in a Rob Roy is not sophistication, it is arson.
Sazerac
New Orleans, 1850s
The most ceremonial drink in the room. It has a rinse, a discarded peel, and no ice in the glass. Every step is a small act of theatre and all of them matter.
Rye whiskey
2 oz
Absinthe, to rinse
1 tsp
Demerara sugar cube
1
Peychaud's bitters
4 dashes
Chill a rocks glass, then coat the inside with absinthe and discard the excess. In a second glass, muddle the sugar with the Peychaud's, add the rye and ice, and stir. Strain into the rinsed glass. Express a lemon peel over the top and throw the peel away.
Glass
Rocks, chilled, no ice
Garnish
Lemon peel, expressed and discarded
Throwing the peel away feels wrong the first time. Do it anyway. The oil is the point; the peel is packaging.
Negroni
Florence, 1919
Equal parts, no measuring cup required, impossible to get wrong after the second one. The drink you make when the room has stopped keeping score.
Gin
1 oz
Campari
1 oz
Sweet vermouth
1 oz
Build over a large cube in a rocks glass and stir until cold. Orange peel, expressed, dropped in.
Glass
Rocks
Garnish
Orange peel
Bitter on first acquaintance and indispensable by the third. If someone in the room says they do not like Campari, they have had exactly one Negroni.
Boulevardier
Paris, 1927
A Negroni that swapped gin for bourbon and got considerably warmer about it. The correct drink for late December.
Bourbon
1½ oz
Campari
1 oz
Sweet vermouth
1 oz
Stir with ice. Serve over a large cube, or up in a coupe if the occasion has earned it. Orange peel.
Glass
Rocks or coupe
Garnish
Orange peel
The extra half ounce of bourbon is not optional. It is what stops the Campari running the meeting.
The Scotch shelf
A short and defensible list. No bottle appears here because of its box. Prices are rough Canadian shelf prices and will be wrong by the time you read this.
The everyday pour
Bottles you can open on a Tuesday without performing a ceremony. Keep one of these in the house at all times.
Monkey Shoulder$55
Blended malt, Speyside
Three Speyside malts, built for mixing and perfectly pleasant on its own. The correct Scotch for a Rob Roy and the correct answer when someone asks what to buy first.
Glenfiddich 12$60
Speyside
Pear, a little green apple, gentle throughout. The most popular single malt on earth for the unglamorous reason that it is genuinely good and never offends anyone.
Auchentoshan American Oak$55
Lowland
Triple distilled and very soft. Vanilla and coconut. A good bridge for the bourbon drinker who claims not to like Scotch.
Worth the shelf space
Where single malt stops being a category and starts being a preference. If you only ever own one bottle, make it one of these.
Balvenie DoubleWood 12$95
Speyside
Finished in sherry casks. Honey, orange peel, a warm nutty finish. Almost impossible to dislike and the safest gift in this entire list.
Highland Park 12$85
Orkney
A trace of heather smoke behind the sherry sweetness. The great all-rounder: peated enough to be interesting, restrained enough to share.
GlenDronach 12$90
Highland
Full sherry maturation. Dried fruit, Christmas cake, considerable depth for the money. Punches well above the price.
Springbank 10$120
Campbeltown
Salt, oil, a little smoke, and a funk nothing else quite has. Hard to find and worth the hunt. The bottle that makes people take Campbeltown seriously.
Peat
The dividing line in any room. There is no gentle introduction to this; either it lands or it does not, and you will know within one sip.
Talisker 10$90
Skye
Not Islay, and the usual starting point. Pepper, brine, a warm smoky finish. The gateway dram for anyone curious but unconvinced.
Ardbeg 10$90
Islay
Enormous smoke, lemon, and a surprising sweetness underneath. Uncompromising and very well made.
Laphroaig 10$85
Islay
Iodine, seaweed, medical bandages. Genuinely divisive and completely unembarrassed about it. People who love it do not love anything else as much.
Lagavulin 16$140
Islay
The grown-up of the Islay shelf. Sixteen years has sanded the edges off the smoke and left something rich and long. If peat ever clicks for you, it clicks here.
The championship bottle
Bought in advance, opened only on winning. If it is still sealed in February, that is the league telling you something.
Lagavulin Distillers Edition$175
Islay
The 16 finished in Pedro Ximénez casks. Sweetness laid over the smoke. A genuine step up rather than a more expensive version of the same idea.
Highland Park 18$260
Orkney
Everything the 12 does, with six more years of patience. Rich, honeyed, faintly smoky, extremely long. Many people's favourite Scotch full stop.
Springbank 15$280
Campbeltown
If you can find it. Sherry, salt and oil in balance. The connoisseur's choice, which in this room means the bottle nobody else recognises.
Macallan 18 Sherry Oak$500
Speyside
Superb, and priced by reputation as much as by liquid. Buy it if winning has made you unreasonable. That is, after all, the point of winning.
Prescribed by finish
The house prescribes by finishing position. This is not a suggestion.
Finish
Pour
Reasoning
1st
The championship bottle, opened in front of witnesses
You bought it in August on the assumption it would come to this. Vindication is the only correct mixer.
2nd
Lagavulin 16, neat, alone
Second is the cruellest finish in the league. Peat is the only thing with enough personality to sit across from it.
3rd
A Manhattan
Dignified, well-made, and nobody is going to write a song about it.
4th–6th
Old Fashioned
You made the playoffs. The league acknowledges this and moves on.
7th–9th
A Negroni
Bitter, balanced, faintly medicinal. Sit with it.
10th–11th
Whatever is open
Standards are for contenders.
12th
The Cold Soup of Shame: two cans, cold, straight from the tin
Not a drink. Not heated, not decanted, not garnished. The league chooses the flavour, the league watches, and the league does not help.
The Cold Soup of Shame. Two of these, cold, in front of the room. The tin pictured is warmer than the one you will be handed.
Notes on the conduct of drinking
On ice
One large cube, not five small ones. Surface area is the enemy: small cubes chill quickly and then keep going, and a drink you built in thirty seconds becomes water in four minutes. Freeze a tray of two-inch cubes, or boil your water twice and freeze it slowly if you want them clear. Clear ice changes nothing about the taste and everything about how seriously you appear to be taking this.
On vermouth
Vermouth is wine. It goes off. The dusty bottle beside your stove has been oxidising since the Obama administration and it is why you think you dislike Manhattans. Buy a small bottle, keep it in the fridge, and throw it out after a month. This single correction will improve your drinks more than any whiskey upgrade you are considering.
On glassware
A rocks glass for anything served over ice, a coupe for anything served up. That is the whole requirement. The coupe matters more than people expect: a stemmed glass keeps your hand off the bowl, and a drink served up has no ice to defend it against your palm.
On measures
One ounce is thirty millilitres. Use a jigger. Free-pouring is a skill that takes a professional about a year to acquire and takes an amateur about one round to believe he already has.
On conduct
The Lounge is not a place to relitigate a waiver claim. It is a place to sit with the consequences of one. A man who has lost by two points is owed silence, a chair, and something brown; he is not owed a recap of the play that beat him, and he certainly does not need to be shown the box score on a phone.
How to do things properly
A man should be able to do a certain number of things without looking them up. Until that day arrives, they are written here.
How to re-oil a chainsaw bar and chain
The chain does not hold oil. The bar delivers it, and the bar is what clogs.
Engine off, chain brake on, and let it cool. Wear gloves — a dull-looking chain will still open your hand.
Fill the bar-oil reservoir every single time you fill fuel. The two tanks are sized to empty together. If you finish a tank of fuel with bar oil left over, the oiler is not delivering and that is the actual problem.
Use proper bar and chain oil. It is deliberately tacky so it clings to a chain moving at sixty feet per second. Motor oil is too thin, flings straight off, and used motor oil adds carcinogens to your garden.
Every few tanks, take the bar off. Scrape the groove out with a thin screwdriver or a stiff wire — it packs solid with wet sawdust — and clear the oil holes at the mounting end. Those holes are almost always the blockage.
Flip the bar over when you refit it. It wears on whichever rail faces down, and flipping doubles its life for no effort.
Test delivery: run the saw at speed with the tip a few inches from a pale stump or a piece of cardboard. Within thirty seconds it should throw a visible line of oil. No line, no cutting.
Check tension cold. You should be able to pull the drive links part-way out of the groove but not clear of it. A chain tensioned hot will be too tight when it cools.
Nearly every ruined bar was ruined by a blocked oil hole that took ninety seconds to clear.
How to cook the perfect steak
Buy it thick, dry it properly, and own a thermometer. The rest is detail.
Buy at least an inch and a half thick. A thin steak cannot develop a crust before the middle overcooks, and no technique fixes that.
Salt either immediately before it hits the pan, or at least forty minutes ahead — uncovered in the fridge overnight is better still. The dead zone is five to thirty minutes, when the salt has pulled moisture out but not back in, and you are effectively steaming it.
Dry the surface with paper towel until it feels tacky. Moisture is the enemy of browning; a wet steak boils before it sears.
For a thick cut, reverse sear: low oven around 250°F until the centre is ten to fifteen degrees below target, rest it, then sear in a blazing cast-iron pan for sixty seconds a side.
Add butter, garlic and thyme only in the last minute, and baste. Butter added at the start is burnt butter by the end.
Pull at 120–125°F for rare, 130–135°F for medium rare, 140°F for medium. Carryover adds a few degrees while it rests.
Rest five to ten minutes. Cutting early dumps the juice on the board.
Slice against the grain, always, and on a board with a channel.
Poking it with your thumb is a party trick performed by men who own a thermometer and want you to think they don't.
Choosing the correct wood for a project
Wood moves for the rest of its life. Design for that first and choose the species second.
Hardwood and softwood describe the tree, not the timber. Balsa is a hardwood. Yew is a softwood harder than plenty of hardwoods. If you care about denting, look up the Janka number instead.
Wood expands and contracts across the grain with humidity, and effectively not at all along it. A wide tabletop can move a quarter inch across the seasons. Every beginner's cracked panel is this fact, ignored.
Design so it can move: floating panels in frames, breadboard ends with elongated screw slots, tabletops fastened with buttons or figure-eights rather than glued to the base.
Quartersawn moves roughly half as much as flatsawn and stays flatter. It costs more and it is worth it for doors and wide tops.
Paint grade: poplar or pine. Cheap, easy, dents if you look at it.
Stain and clear: white oak is hard, affordable and classic. Walnut works beautifully and costs accordingly. Cherry is the pleasure of the group but darkens considerably with light over the first year — build knowing the piece you deliver is not the colour it will end up.
Maple is lovely and blotches horribly under stain. Use a conditioner, or dye it, or leave it clear.
Outdoors: cedar, teak, or white oak. Never red oak — its pores are open end to end and it will wick water like a bundle of straws.
Buy it rough and let it sit in your shop a week or two before milling. Timber acclimatises to your room, not the lumberyard's.
The expensive board is rarely the mistake. The mistake is gluing a wide panel down hard at both ends in August.
How to win a gentlemen's argument
Decide in advance what would change your mind. If nothing would, you are not arguing, you are performing.
State his position back to him better than he stated it. If he says "yes, that's it exactly," you now own the frame and he is relaxed.
Argue against the strongest version of his case. Beating the weak version convinces nobody in the room, least of all him.
Concede the small points immediately and out loud. It costs nothing and it buys enormous credit for the one point you actually care about.
Make one argument. Not five. Five arguments signal that you don't fully trust any of them, and the room will attack the weakest.
Never open with the word "actually."
Volume is not evidence. Neither is repetition, speed, or being the last one talking.
If you notice you want to win rather than be right, the argument is already over and you are now defending yourself.
Let him have the last word. You are playing for the verdict of everyone else at the table, and they will give it to the man who did not need it.
The most persuasive sentence available to any man is "you're right, I hadn't thought of that." It costs almost nothing and it is remembered for years.
How to build a fire that actually catches
When a fire fails it is almost never the wood. It is air, or it is the flue.
Open the damper. Confirm it with your eyes, not your memory.
If the flue is stone cold it will push smoke back into the room. Roll a sheet of newspaper, light it, and hold it up near the damper for a minute to get the air moving the right way first.
Build it top-down: the largest splits on the bottom, medium on top of those, kindling above that, tinder on the very top. It burns downward into itself, needs no poking, and produces far less smoke than the usual pyramid.
Use seasoned wood — split and stacked six to twelve months, grey on the ends with visible cracks. Two pieces knocked together should clack, not thud.
Leave gaps. A tight stack of perfect wood will smoulder and die because nothing can breathe.
Burn hardwood by preference. Resinous softwood lays down creosote in the chimney, which is how houses catch fire in February.
Stop poking it.
A man who rearranges a fire every ninety seconds is not tending it. He is interrupting it.
How to sharpen a knife
A dull knife is the dangerous one. It needs force, and force is what slips.
Understand the two jobs. A honing rod realigns an edge that has rolled over and does not remove metal; a stone removes metal and creates a new edge. Hone often, sharpen rarely.
Use a whetstone: around 1000 grit to establish the edge, 4000 or higher to refine it. Soak it if it is a soaking stone.
Hold a consistent angle — roughly 15° for Japanese steel, 20° for most Western knives. Two stacked coins under the spine is close enough to start.
Work one side only until you can feel a burr along the entire length of the opposite edge. Drag a fingertip across it, never along it.
The burr is the whole point. No burr means you have not reached the edge and are simply polishing the side of the blade.
Now do the other side until the burr flips over. Then alternate light passes to remove it, and finish on a strop or the back of a leather belt.
Test on paper: it should slice cleanly through a held sheet without tearing.
Throw away the pull-through carbide gadget. It does not sharpen, it tears metal out of your knife.
Most people who say their knives won't take an edge are lifting the spine on the return stroke without knowing it.
How to give a toast
Ninety seconds, one story, and know your last line before you stand up.
Stand. Everyone else stays seated. That is how the room knows it has started.
Learn your first line and your last line by heart. Improvise everything between them and you will sound natural rather than recited.
Tell one specific story. A list of adjectives about what a great guy he is tells the room nothing and could be about anyone.
Ninety seconds. Every toast that has ever gone wrong went wrong by going long.
Never roast a man who has no right of reply. Nothing about exes, nothing about money, and nothing that happened after one in the morning.
Raise your glass on the final line, say his name, and sit down immediately.
Do not read it off your phone.
Drink afterwards. If you don't drink, raise the glass anyway — the gesture is the toast, not the contents.
The champion pours first and therefore speaks first. This is a burden disguised as a privilege, and he should keep it short.
How to shine a pair of leather shoes
Cream feeds the leather, wax makes it shine. They are different products doing different jobs.
Brush the dirt off first with a horsehair brush, then wipe with a barely damp cloth and let them dry.
Work cream polish in with a cloth or dauber, especially into the welt and the creases. Leave it ten minutes and brush it out hard. This is the part that keeps the leather alive.
Wax comes after, and only where you want shine: the toe and the heel counter, which are stiffened and hold a mirror.
For a mirror toe, wrap a soft cloth tight over two fingers, take up a very little wax and a single drop of water, and work in small circles. Build many thin layers. Thick wax hazes and cracks.
Cedar shoe trees the moment you take them off. They absorb the day's moisture and hold the shape while the leather dries.
Never wear the same pair two days running. Leather needs a full day to dry out.
Rotate three pairs and they will outlast five worn carelessly.
Nobody in the room will be able to say why you look better put together than they do. It is the shoes. It is always the shoes.
How to lose gracefully
The man who loses well is remembered considerably longer than the man who wins badly.
Congratulate him within the hour, while it still costs you something. Tomorrow is too late and everyone knows why.
Name the specific thing he did well — the waiver claim in week nine, the trade nobody liked at the time. Generic congratulation reads as resentment in a jacket.
Do not list your injuries. Every team had injuries, including his.
Do not use the word "if" about anything that happened this season.
Say one sentence, mean it, and then change the subject yourself. Do not make him change it for you.
Go and examine your own decisions later, alone, where the exercise is actually useful.
Then buy the man a drink.
Second place is the cruellest finish in the league and there is a pour prescribed for it. Take the pour. Skip the speech.
How to chug a can of cold soup
The soup is not the problem. Your nose is the problem.
Open both tins before you start. The pause between them is where men fail, and a man fumbling a ring-pull with a tin of soup already inside him is a man who is about to stop.
Fold the lids fully back or take them off the premises. That cut edge is genuinely sharp and you are about to tip it against your mouth at speed.
Eat something small an hour beforehand. Not a meal. An empty stomach makes it far harder to keep down, and a full one leaves it nowhere to go.
Stand. Standing gives a straighter run than sitting, and sitting gives you time to think about what you are doing.
Keep your chin level. Throwing your head back feels athletic and actually narrows your throat — competitive eaters keep the chin down, and they have thought about this more than you have.
Breathe out first, then do not breathe in through your nose until it is over. Most of what you believe is taste is smell arriving from the back of your throat. Close that route and you have removed the larger half of the problem.
Swallow in long continuous pulls rather than sips. The gag reflex lives at the back of the tongue, so the object is to go past it rather than across it. Contact time is the enemy.
If there are solids in it, chew them. This is the single point where speed will genuinely hurt you.
Go straight into the second tin. No conferring, no inspecting, no reading the label, no discussion of what is in it.
Stay upright for ten minutes afterwards, and take water slowly rather than in one gulp.
The league chooses the flavour and will not be negotiated with. A man haggling over the tin has already conceded the part that actually stung, which is that he finished twelfth.
The Lounge accepts no responsibility for decisions made within it,
including but not limited to trades, waiver claims, and whatever was in
the tin.