Perhaps the best part of accepting my promotion at work 2 weeks ago was it brought me that much closer to Kobalt and their wicked martinis. If I wasn't expected to focus on auditing CIP for new accounts, this would be my lunch destination every day. But, alas, I must be responsible and keep a clear mind so the other bankers will hate me for being a bitch about silly bank policies and regulations instead of thinking I'm just a sloppy drunk, so I refrain from visiting Kobalt during business hours. After those hours expire, however, I'm fair game.
Kobalt is a great location for the after-work wind down that makes us all pleasant people once we walk through the front door at home, and I'm not ashamed to admit that it's a result of Kobalt that I've been excessively receptive at home when I would otherwise be skulking from a tedious day in the office. So far, I've not been disappointed in the drinks. The fact I can seriously walk there from my office is just icing on the cake. If I thought G&D was going to tilt the scales in favor of being a lush, it has nothing on the grasp of Kobalt. I give myself willingly to your libations.