Just a Hard Lick story
A long, long time ago, in a bar far away, a baby bartender was born. After years of perfecting his craft and visiting dodgy chain venues' Industry Nights, he came upon a notion:
"Hey, there's an undeniable need to launch an interesting 'Industry Night' that isn't just about queuing for three-quarters of an hour for a drowned Rum & Coke, served by an uninterested student, in a stupid branded tee-shirt who'd much rather be this side of the bar, sucking on the wet end of a VK Strawberry before collapsing in a puddle of his own sick, during a vain attempt to spin his new bar-blade."
Hey presto! It struck him like a practice flair bottle catching the bridge of a customer's nose, before crashing loudly onto the brass-topped bar, knocking over the Japanese crystal mixing glass, smashing it into a million ice-well assassins, at midnight, on a Saturday...
Hard Licker was birthed, bathed and wrapped in a warm, comfy blanket, made of old waistcoats and flatcaps and presented exclusively to his peers and friends in the bartending community of Cambridge, UK.
Hard Licker, with a kick like Bulgarian grain-spirit, intrigue like papaya liqueur and the wonderment of mezcal flavoured popping candy, has been licking since January 2018 and it is envisaged that licking will continue long after any one has turned the lights off for a lock in.
It would be scrumptious of you to get involved in the ongoing story of the hardest of lickers.
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