When I was a youngen, before my army days, I used to hang with my two best friends at a downtown bar called ‘Fink’.
It was one of the world’s top 50 bars (Fink won that title 8 years in a row!) and it was the most exclusive bar you can imagine…
First… there was no sign on the door. Just a wooden door in the middle of the street. You had to know it was there.
Second… you had to be “vouched for” by a longtime patron or you weren’t getting in.
And finally… you were vetted by the owner – Muli, a 54-year old gentleman that always wore a lily-white apron and was one of the nicest men on the planet. But if you weren’t up to his standards (any many people weren’t) you were cordially asked to leave.
But, if you passed all three layers of vetting, you made it into heaven…
The bar was filled with celebrities, artists, authors, UN officials, ambassadors, etc. (no politicians allowed).
And because they were all personally vetted by Muli, they were all extremely friendly, genuinely nice people.
But the real benefit was … the Goulash soup.
Damn, that was the best Goulash I ever tasted.
My mouth is watering just thinking about it.
Muli passed away, and Fink closed 12 years ago.
A shame.
But…
You can join a club even more exclusive. Here’s the wooden door:
But please note:
– This program isn’t cheap and is intended only for the most serious authors
– And sadly… there’s no Goulash!
Onwards!
Yoav