The Making of Anvil Bar & Refuge

To say that my life has changed over the last three weeks would be an extreme understatement. Anvil’s dramatic transformation from a vacant construction site to a functioning bar has similarly changed me from a dusty, unshaven, demolishing, drywalling, painting, quasi-electrician to the clean, fresh juicing, firm shaking, vodka abolitionist that thrives behind the bar. For a long time, I didn’t feel like myself; funny how stirring a martini can change all of that. Read more