In: Beverage directors.

Out: Mixologists.

In: The overly enthusiastic stir.

Out: The elaborate up-down shake.

In: House distillations.

Out: House infusions.

In: The bartender beard.

Out: The mixologist mustache.

In: Faux dive bars.

Out: Faux speakeasies.

In: Reservations policies.

Out: Hidden doorways.

In: Cocktails on tap.

Out: 12-minute cocktails.

In: Fancy popcorn.

Out: House-roasted peanuts.

In: Tea-tails.

Out: Beer-tails.

In: Shots of malört.
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Out: Shots of fernet.
In: Sipping vermouths.

Out: Sipping vinegars.

In: Centrifuges.
Out: Blowtorches.

In: Buttering.

Out: Fat-washing.

In: Garnishing ice cubes.
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Out: Charging for ice cubes.

In: Resurrecting the apple martini.

Out: Resurrecting the piña colada. (Sorry, Rupert Holmes).
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This article appears in our April 2016 issue of Washingtonian.