INTRODUCTION
I’m Lauren Mote, an award-winning bartender and multiple business owner in the drinks industry. Over the past two decades, I have worked many styles of bars and restaurants in Canada, from dive bars and neighborhood joints to Relais & Châteaux properties and the Four Seasons hotel group. I’ve represented some of the greatest spirits on the planet. In the earlier part of my career, I focused on getting myself through school with jobs in food and beverages before homing in on the industry as my full-time passion. I’ve competed and won international bartending competitions, including World Class Canada and the Grey Goose Iconoclasts series. I’ve developed training programs for Grand Marnier, Heering, Laphroaig, and Chartreuse, and have received accolades from Vancouver magazine, Tales of the Cocktail, the Dame Hall of Fame, and Drinks International. I’ve traveled the world—over fifty countries—and I’m constantly in awe with every discovery of a new flavor, a local custom, and the people behind them. Today, I’m the co-owner of an award-winning, internationally distributed cocktail bitters company, Bittered Sling, founded in 2012 with my husband, Chef Jonathan Chovancek, and we also own a marketing and photography consulting agency here in Europe. I am a sommelier, writer, and spirits educator, as well as the first woman to win World Class Canada before competing at the World Class Global Final in South Africa in 2015, placing in the top twelve globally. Over the last decade, I have represented some of the best spirits in the world, traveling to far flung regions, developing relationships with and education for bartenders of every experience level.

In this book, I’m proud to share stories that have helped me form my positive outlook on the drinks industry over the last two decades. Each story is illustrated with a cocktail that perfectly brings the scene to life, because after all, deliciousness is best experienced from all the senses. But first, my own story.

I grew up in downtown Toronto. My mom was a single mother of three kids who was putting herself through night school to get a better job. This didn’t leave a lot of money for food, so we often ate canned foods—sometimes from the food bank—along with simple salads, soups, and pasta. That was it. But with great enthusiasm and a spice rack of flavors, Mom made the most of the situation. Generally, I would see my dad at my grandmother Rose’s house for random meals. My brothers, Jake and Sasha, and I would get to enjoy the greatest hits of Forest Hill’s awesome Jewish delis: chopped liver, roasted chicken, matzoh ball soup, kishke, you name it. At my British grandmother Florence’s house, we’d devour home - made party foods, from sandwiches and teatime snacks to a huge roast with a thousand sides, and a dessert course that was even larger than the main: trifle, bread pudding, custards, and more.

Over the years, I would stand at my grandmothers’ side while they cooked. I know this is cliché— yes, another story about grandmothers cooking— but the foods they exposed me to changed my life. Food wasn’t just something required for energy; it was everything. It was the entertainment, the creativity, the calculated recipe creations. I loved it all. At a very young age I stopped socializing with my family in the living room and helped in the kitchen. We’d celebrate later, watching The Simpsons and eating Cadbury chocolates with my Auntie Carol. These meals linked me to two very different sides of my family— my ancestral homes, the lands we came from, the traditions of our past— all handed down over the ages on the plate and in the most memorable places. I would find recipes for burdock wine written on the back of grocery receipts or cocktail napkins from a long-ago soirée, preserved in the stacks of old TV Guide magazines, or the scribbled recipes for poppyseed moon cookies in my great-grandmother’s diary, which she published in 1994, on her 100th birthday, for the entire family to read. I cherish my copy.

I was destined to end up in food and drinks, because that’s what made me happiest. And I needed the distraction. I was often bullied during this time, first for not being Jewish enough in one neighborhood, and then for being too Jewish when we moved to a new area. My salvation was cooking, and my biggest reward was the smiles on people’s faces as they ate my creations. When I was eighteen, I opened a catering company called Mademoiselle Chef to support my dream— it was my therapy as a teenager and well into my twenties.

My first experience with alcohol as a young adult was a [...] bottle of Olde English malt liquor with my pals from school. I remember the awkward moment sitting outside the school portables in the Beaches neighborhood of Toronto, having my first sip and being absolutely disgusted. “Is this what I’ve been waiting for? Gross.” After trying a few more sips, I figured the feeling was worth the horrific taste. When I found my mom’s stash of mixto tequila and my uncle’s spiced rum, the flavors improved, but not that much. I longed for the togetherness, and what looked like happiness, that my mom, stepdad, and their friends enjoyed around the dining room table after we went to sleep. I listened from the staircase late at night to crazy stories of adventures and general chitchat, complemented by billows of smoke and the sound of wine corks popping and glasses clinking late into the night. Wine was instantly interesting to me— the thousands of wine labels were rooted in culture and heritage from far-flung places around the world. I also hoped that the more I learned about wine and food, the more I was destined to meet other people like me.

After high school, I took two years off and worked a number of jobs to learn as much as I could. I had the gift for gab and the ability to listen and contribute at a high level— and a photographic memory to boot! I was a strong public speaker, comedic, creative, and energetic. When I took my first bar job at eighteen, I was able to bring all of these traits, as well as my understanding of people, customer service, passion for flavors, and excellent time management together. I saw it all as a swan dance with a lot of mathematics on the business side, and I loved the challenge and triumph of finishing a service of endless chits, delivering perfect drinks in a timely fashion, chatting with and entertaining my guests, taking orders, and settling payments, all simultaneously.

One night, after several lychee martinis at Hey Lucy in Toronto, I had an epiphany: I was ready for a new adventure. I decided to go to university and wound up at the University of Waterloo, and then Toronto, studying and attending classes during the day, and working at night at Le Select Bistro, a high-end, popular restaurant in downtown Toronto. But the academic honeymoon didn’t last— school was complicated and my job was amazing. I wasn’t living at home, and the pressure at school was heavy. I couldn’t really relate to anyone there, either. I relied heavily on the family of misfits at work who made me feel so comfortable. They challenged me on a different level, and I blossomed into an even more eccentric version of myself. I felt like I had arrived.

I’ll always remember standing on the university campus, with the bright sunshine beaming down on me, on the phone with my mom, bawling my eyes out at the thought of leaving school. It felt like I had failed. She said, “Lauren, you’re brilliant and talented, and being happy is far more important than being tormented. You’re obviously meant to do something else. These are lessons, expensive lessons, that you needed to learn the hard way. We all do.” (For more about my mom’s awesomeness, see Dancing Queen on page 128.)

Over the next year, I took my [...] in student loans, made a new plan, and hit the road west for Vancouver.

In 2010 I met my now-husband, Jonathan Chovancek. It was love at first sight and first conversation. Jonathan was an accomplished chef, and the possibilities for two young gastronomy-obsessed lovers like us were wide open. We opened two companies, Kale & Nori Culinary Arts (a boutique catering and events company) and Bittered Sling (our cocktail bitters company). Within the first year of dating, we blended our lives, cutlery, and cookbook collections and set about bringing our vision of great food and beverage culture to life through events across Canada and around the world.

It’s such a blur, but fast-forward to 2019, when, with over 600 books in our shipping container, we moved across the ocean from Canada to the Netherlands to live in Amsterdam for a new adventure. Our library has helped us define our journey, and books have become markers on our timelines, always bringing us back to a certain place or event. Hard-cover encyclopedias and reference books; philosophy texts; atlases of both geographical and wine regions; food science tomes; books about cooking, drinks, foraging, and farming. They feed my obsession with the oceans, mountains, outer space, and the unknown cosmos, as well as my love of color synesthesia (the psychology of color), art history, and fragrances. I’ve always wanted to write a book that captured my journey on paper— I don’t want to forget the special moments that shaped my life.

I started bartending because I longed to feel like part of a family, one whose members accepted me unconditionally. Over the last two decades, I have been a college and university student, a songwriter/burger-dresser, a bookkeeper, a server, a bartender, a hostess, a sommelier, a cook, a caterer, an event planner, a (multiple) business owner, a manager, a marketer, a consultant, a writer, an educator and a mentor. The road to this point has swayed from side to side— a clear path on some days, roadblocked on others— but each role and...