Tell us about yourself….spare no gory details!
My full name is Hannah Elizabeth Rose Denitz (soon to be McClure!), but I go by Rose because when I first moved to NYC I had dyed my hair red, and a new friend said it fit, and 5 years later here we are! I am from a tiny beach town in Southern California called Carpinteria, it’s the kind of place where you cant walk five feet in any direction without knowing somebody/everybody. My favorite food is avocado; I usually eat 2 a day, like an apple.
How did you get into bar tending?
I got into bartending by first working as a counter girl at a burger restaurant, the owners owned two nightclub/lounges and hired me as first a shot girl and a happy hour (bar babysitter) girl, then one Friday as happy hour was ending, the nighttime bartender didnt show up for his shift and they told I had to work it. We were slammed from 10-345. It was exhilarating, and I was abysmal. But at the end of the night, my co-bartender (also the manager) sat me down, told me I was awful but had an insane amount of energy and that if I wanted, under his supervision and training, would give me Friday night. I ended up working weekends at that place for 2 years.
What’s your favorite way to drink Cayrum?
My favorite way to drink Cayrum is with fresh lemon juice, a dash of simple syrup, and topped with champagne. All of my personal summer cocktails always end up with champagne.
What’s your favorite drink to make (in general) ?
My favorite drink to make in general is a Tom Collins. I love gin!
What’s your least favorite drink to make (in general)?
My least favorite drink to make is an LIT (Long Island Iced Tea). I love good liquor, and I think other people should too. You can still drink to get drunk without poor choices.
What’s the craziest thing a patron has said to you or that has happened to you behind the bar?
The craziest thing that ever happened to me while bartending was when I was hired to work a wealthy bachelor party in a private lounge with high class hookers. I got MANY eye-fulls (those are all individual stories) that night. In addition to the sights, I was busy trying to avoid the weeds (no barback, no co bartenders just me), so head down getting cat called in all directions, making 4 drinks at once, with another 10 orders in my head when crumpled up napkins start hitting me in the forehead, my chest etc. I’ve got tough skin, but this was too much even for me, so I dead stop everything I’m doing to look up and tell the dudes off, when I realize they are throwing crumpled up money at me (and not the small bills either). So, after a moment of consideration, and slightly questionable moral base, I blew a couple kisses, and bartender my ass off for the rest of the night. I didnt end up having a tip jar so much as it was more like a tip floor.
Last but not least, spicy or sweet?