You don’t need to be a bar hound to realize that you are in a bar where you can abandon yourself without worries in the hands of the barmen – led by the award-winning Flavio Angiolillo and Marco Russo, who you will also find at the speakeasy 1930 if you become a customer of the Mag. The waiters who welcome you with kindness and know how to recommend you the best drinks of the house, the list of cocktails hidden in the books given by the customers and placed on the tables, the coffee atmosphere of a time that warmer you can not, the blues and jazz music that catch well, the bottles of alcohol that decorate a wall and the absence of the buffet during the aperitif are excellent clues. At the first sip of Negroni del Marinaio I am almost certain, so one drink pulls the other and I stop at the fourth just for my liver’s sake. Here drinking does not mean getting drunk, but gradually reaching a state of alcoholic well-being: in fact, cocktails pound the right one. As in every serious bar, every drink has its own glass: Flavio and Marco travel the world in the search for antique glasses (and teaspoons, shakers, bottles, scoops). And there’s no self-respecting walk on the Navigli without a Mag a porter. The definitive proof of the quality of the drink will arrive the next morning when I’ll have cleared out everything without any circles in my head.
Translated by @silaskin