|Harvey The Bartender|
I'm one of those people you probably don't want to sit next to on a long haul flight--- a talker (don’t worry, I won’t disturb you if you’re reading or sleeping). I love to talk to people in lines, waiting at crosswalks, at the table next to me in a restaurant. Why? You learn a lot about a place that way. So what a pleasure it was to arrive at the Hotel Amarano in Burbank, Calif., (my hometown) where the bartender, Harvey, draws guests and locals alike to his tasty drinks and to his head scratching card tricks. But mostly people come just to talk to Harvey who, it seems, has become a friend to many, affirming the soul of a place is indeed its people.To say that it's like Cheers would be cliché, but this is a blog so I can get away with cliché. But the bar at the Hotel Amarano is a modern version, with better lighting and no fat guy in a stool. It's a place where everyone really does know your name, and I have a feeling it's Harvey people are coming to see. I had only been here once, for a few hours back in September and Harvey remembered me when I sauntered in a few days ago. I've been to hotel bars and chatted with bartenders before, all over the world, but Harvey is the first I had come back specifically to see. I wasn't alone.
|The bar and lobby of the Hotel Amarano|
|Entrance Hotel Amarano|
|Harvey and his flying cocktail shaker|
|Martinis a go-go|