CINCINNATI, OHIO — The valley of silence that descends after a cocktail shaker stops ringing is deafening to local server Marcus Edwards. The tins pop open, and his ears perk up like a dog that just heard T-R-E-A-T.
Then it happens. The moment the sound of the strainer hits the top of the shaking tin, he descends on the service well like SWAT team repelling into a warehouse lair.
“This one about ready?” he says, seemingly popping out of nowhere the moment liquid hits the glass.
“Okay, I’ll just… Is it almost ready?” he follows up, just to be certain. His hand still on the stem of the coupe.