The night we drank all of the Daiquiris. Commodore, Brooklyn, NY.
Citrus graveyard. Brooklyn, NY.
No use crying over spilled Campari. (There’s always more where that came from.) Brooklyn, NY.
The bitter end. Brooklyn, NY.
The perils of grandiosity. Courtesy Hadi Ktiri of French 75 Bar and Napkin Local | New Orleans, LA.
After the show, it’s the after-party. Terminal Five, New York City.
Old California aftermath. Brooklyn, NY.
When drinking out of pineapples and through curly straws, cocktails are guaranteed to taste better. Post-party, Brooklyn, NY.
New Orleans dive bars wherein one drink turns into seven. Courtesy Hadi Ktiri of French 75 Bar and Napkin Local; New Orleans, LA.
This Negroni never stood a chance. Dutch Kills, Long Island City, NY.
In-flight necessities. Somewhere over Nebraska.
Dregs and dollar bills. Passenger, Brooklyn, NY.
Afternoons à la Hemingway. Maison Premiere, Brooklyn, NY.
It is highly decorous. Contributed by FOUND Magazine's Davy Rothbart. Originally found by Jeffrey in Austin, Texas.
Evidence that cocktails do, indeed, solve everything. Dutch Kills, Long Island City, New York
King's (Champagne) cup. Pearl & Ash, New York City
Really gonna miss you. Mother's Ruin, New York City