The Brooklyn Beefsteak – Guys, Red Meat and No Napkins Allowed

My college roommate “Ford McKenzie” claims I’m a bad influence on him. This, he attributes mostly to the Manhattan Cocktail imbroglio of 2009, of which I do acknowledge some level of responsibility.But, lately, I’ve come to believe that Ford may in fact be the real provocateur and I am the unsuspecting victim. Recent events have prompted a recurring delusion. I see Ford standing just on the