If Barstools Could Talk
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Behind every barstool is a story. Behind every story is a truth most people wait too long to say. For more than forty years, Dan Andrews lived behind the bar-watching people unravel, rebuild, confess, flirt, lie, laugh, break, and begin again. He didn't just pour drinks. He listened. Because after the second drink, people stop performing and start telling the truth. If Barstools Could Talk is a raw, funny, and unfiltered look at life through the eyes of a bartender who's heard it all. These are the stories people don't plan to tell-shared late at night, between sips, when the room gets quiet a...
Behind every barstool is a story. Behind every story is a truth most people wait too long to say. For more than forty years, Dan Andrews lived behind the bar-watching people unravel, rebuild, confess, flirt, lie, laugh, break, and begin again. He didn't just pour drinks. He listened. Because after the second drink, people stop performing and start telling the truth. If Barstools Could Talk is a raw, funny, and unfiltered look at life through the eyes of a bartender who's heard it all. These are the stories people don't plan to tell-shared late at night, between sips, when the room gets quiet and honesty finally shows up. Stories about love and loss, bad decisions and small miracles, regret and redemption, and the strange comfort of being truly seen by a stranger. This is not a feel-good book wrapped in inspirational quotes. It's not a bartending manual. And it's definitely not polite. It's about people at their most human-messy, hilarious, guarded, hopeful, and real. It's about the moments that don't make it into highlight reels but shape who we become. The conversations that happen when the music fades, the lights soften, and someone finally says what they mean. Told with sharp wit, heart, and hard-earned wisdom, If Barstools Could Talk reminds us that connection doesn't always happen in perfect places. Sometimes it happens on a cracked vinyl stool, under bad lighting, with a drink you didn't plan on ordering. Pull up a seat. Stay awhile. You'll recognize yourself somewhere between the first pour and last call.
