by Steven Doyle
A lone stranger on horseback rides into the mining town of Lago as three gun-toting men follow him into the saloon, taunting him. Still harassing they follow the stranger into the barbershop and threaten him. The stranger shoots and kills all three of them. Impressed with this performance, a dwarf named Mordecai, who works in the barbershop, befriends the man.
An attractive woman named Callie Travers bumps into the stranger in the street on purpose and insults and badgers him. When she slaps his cigar from his mouth, he drags her into the livery stable and rapes her.
This is the beginning scene of Clint Eastwood’s High Plains Drifter, a Western he filmed during the height of his Spaghetti Western period in the 1960’s. Continue reading
by Steven Doyle
Last night there was an impromptu congratulatory party held in the honor of Charlie Pap and Louise Owens, both owners of The Windmill Lounge which was decorated as one of Esquire Magazine’s best bars in America. Tall prize for a small bar hidden away on Maple Avenue near Inwood in Dallas. Especially when placed in the arena of such fine establishments as Aviary in Chicago. Continue reading
by Steven Doyle photo by Robert Bostick
If you ever wander in the bartender’s inner circle you will soon find that Charlie Papaceno from the Windmill Lounge is considered the bartender’s bartender. Charlie is not only a mentor but an all-around guy who happens to be a master behind the bar. He was making these cool cocktails with significant historical value before it was fashionable. The displaced New Yorker can also make a mean bowl of red. Continue reading