There were moments in Cosmopolitan that made me feel like I was reading the bartending equivalent of Kitchen Confidential (a good thing and indeed, the front cover of the paperback edition has Anthony Bourdain making a plug for the book). These are the moments when Cecchini would give the lowdown and skinny on the different kinds of patrons in his bar - the attention seeking maneaters, the drunks, the freeloaders, the nymphomaniacs; his opinions on people based on the drinks they order; and what it takes to be a bartender and the bartending equivalent being "in the weeds". And when Cecchini described his father's approach to making gin and tonic, it made me want to grab a bottle of Tanqueray and make a pitcher of the stuff myself.
But there are other times when Cosmopolitan attempts to be more than just a behind the scenes look at bartending and tries to a bartender's musing on life and living and this, for me, is where it flags a little. The pace slackens and the writing becomes more indulgent with such extravagant turns of phrases as "But while this existential purgatory can be demonic in my own experience, the universality of the phenomenon makes it for some reason hilarious to me when other bartenders talk about it." Philosophy for Bartenders. Fabulous. Still, Cosmopolitan is not a bad read overall for someone who's always wondered about the people on the other side of the counter.