Modern Drunkard Magazine

Lydia Lunch knocks a backhand of defiance into the face of the status quo like a shot of tequila spat into a gaping wound....

In the pantheon of history’s heroically great drinkers, there is a special place reserved for the British actor Oliver Reed. Reed’s alcohol consumption was truly...

Two decades ago, this magazine squinted into the hazy horizon and coughed up a slew of wild predictions about the future of drinking. So, how’d...

It is generally assumed that the drunk is an animal of the night. That we are to be found prowling the dark jungle of dives...

“The United States of America” has always been a misnomer. “States of America,” yes. “United?” Well… In the sense that we’re all stuck together, that...

Social media is a benjo ditch, an open sewer where gondoliers named Zuckerberg, Musk and Gates spend the day steering fancy Venetian canoes. Every day,...

 

Drinking in a Church Yard The idea is anonymity Or peace, As the dead only punch Their hands through the sod In the imagination Or the cheap seats I run...

As a woman, there’s not a cocktail on this Earth that I would feel any kind of shame for ordering. Blowjob shot? Hit me, I’m...

Humanity stands at a crossroads. I’m not talking about the madness in the Middle East­—we’ve been doing donuts at that particular intersection for millennia—I’m talking...

“A True Bourbon.” That was once the emphatic claim of Ten High, back when it was a cheap but honorable straight bourbon whiskey. Today it...

MDM: Before we start, let’s have a Papa Doble. EH: Good idea. You and master bartender Constantino Ribalaigua Vert conspired this cocktail, didn’t you? At La...

Cenosillicaphobia is fear of an empty glass, and you’re getting damned angry at the snickering bartenders who find it amusing when you have a...

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