even with the liver of a drunken sailor. let me not cry or get emotional. let me try to be less fabulous. but i must. anise... what is anise to me since i have lived downtown and it became my “cheers”? i have visited anise way too many times. i have just thought about linking my personal savings account so that kevin, the owner, can just go ahead and deduct what he must as direct payment. i have promised myself to keep trying new places in tampa and not return for a while, but addiction is addiction and i just can’t help myself. what do i adore about anise? i will try to break it down without breaking down. i love ny pisco sours. they are not in the menu... but do ask for them... they are sexy and layered. like i am, and if you are bothering to read this... you are. get personal. anise is, most likely, the only place i have found in tampa where the ny piscos are worth it. i love the really personal bartending of ryan, and justin and drew... they get personal... they know what you want even before you, yourself, have a clue you have craved that. but if you are into deep conversation at the bar, they are service that is invisible. how do you get your refill without interrupting a great conversation? i don’t know. but you do! okay, i have tried all the specialty drinks... yes, the whole menu of drinks because i carry the liver of an alcoholic sailor and own the curiosity of pandora’s grandmother. yes, i have made faces... i am not into girly sweet stuff... i might look like a lady and act like one but i drink like a lonesome cowboy without the benefit of stress relieving smoking. even the very girly drinks are great. and then there are these dedicated people behind the incredibly stored with spirits bar...and they take their time crafting the drinks and stirring your round ice, and smiling pensively over your drink as if they knew something you don’t know... and they do. oh, they do!... and the drinks do taste like a secret... forget the chic décor, and the “your are too hot for this life” vibe of the place--- let’s talk grub. fancy? drunk food? i love: the stinky buntz (yes, all 4 of them), the lobster mac and cheese, the truffle tots, the deviled eggs, the manchego sandwich, the burger, the porkbelly bowl, the chili bowl. all good. and again, because it is so close to me, i have tried everything...and when my steak or my low carb cauliflower is anything but what i wanted (has happened only once in 2 years of binging) there is no face. it disappears and a new one shows up. no questions from a server whose eyes say “i aim to please”---fifty shades of gray--- loving attitude.