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BASTA: Press your luck

Chapter Three of the continuing saga of Evan Ingersoll, opera-loving bar-back.

The call came on a Tuesday, just as Jerold Offerman was leaving Lincoln Center. He’d spent the day readying the Algonquin Opera orchestra for the year’s season blockbuster, a high-profile, high-stakes revival of Lucia, and things weren’t going well with the glass harmonica.  Read more »

BASTA: Boots and Saddle

Chapter Two of the continuing saga of Evan Ingersoll, opera-loving bar-back.

The guy in the plaid shirt motioned Evan over within seconds of spotting him at Aura. Evan rolled his eyes, checked his abs, and sidled up to the bar.  Read more »

BASTA: Evan can wait

The first chapter of the continuing saga of Evan Ingersoll, opera-loving bar-back.

Weekends at Aura Bar on 53rd and Ninth are typically big money makers for the morons who run the place. Jonjon and Yoni—preferred portmanteau: “Yawnyawn”—are a couple of scissorbills from Tel Aviv or France or wherever; they aways bring in the best of the Hell’s Kitchen Knuckle-Draggers.  Read more »