The “Martini Nazi” was San Francisco’s somewhat equivalent to Jerry Seinfeld’s Soup Nazi. But the San Franciscan, Bruno Mooshei, was real. And infinitely more benevolent.
For fifty years Bruno ran the Aub Zam Zam bar—ran it with his own unwritten rules.
Break the rules and you wouldn’t even get service. But follow his rules, say former patrons, and you’d be rewarded with the world’s best ever martini.
Because the only order that was the right order in Bruno’s bar was a martini.
My kind of bar.
[Hat tip Sam P.]
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