Author Archive: Kate Serpa
Kate Serpa does not live in Modesto, CA, nor does she attend court-reporting school. She has not played for the piano for a number of years and she is definitely not excited about helping out at the McHenry Museum. She detests drinking, bar hopping, and late night adventures, and thinks girls who dye their hair red are disgraceful. She has absolutely zero sense of humor and is boring as hell.
BarView – Tiki Lounge
The Tiki Lounge By Kate Serpa If mybooze-soaked brain remembers correctly, TIki Lounge was the first ever bar column I did for ModestoView. This was years ago, of course, and backwhen I thought I was cool for having a pen name and (really, really) stupidcatchphrases. Luckily, I’ve matured to the level of columnist who is […]
BarView- Mike’s Roadhouse
BarView Mike’s Roadhouse By Kate Serpa I am generally not a fan of interviewing the restaurant/bar combination; I like my bars very separate from anyone who may tip-off a personal guilt trip (such as toddlers, pregnant women, and incredibly healthy, tanned people) or make mefeel less-than-okay about having my 11 am long island. Don’t judge […]
BarView-Modesto Margarita Marathon
BarView Modesto Margarita Marathon By Kate Serpa (and guest-starring Carlos Rodriguez) Due to an unforeseeable unfortunate turn of events, interview plans were changed very-last minute. As a result, Carlos (camera man-extraordinaire) and I were left up to our own devices to find a suitable May bar to bother for a few hours. The end result? […]
Bar View – P Wexford’s
P. Wexford’s Pub By Kate Serpa St. Patrick’s Day has always held a special place in my heart. Perhaps it’s the fact that I am a good portion Irish and like the notion of celebrating my heritage. Or it might be that with my lovely (totally natural) red hair I look especially fetching in green […]
Barflys judge Mojitos & Bloodys
BarVIEW Bacchus By Kate Serpa For whatever sick, sick reason, I absolutely LOVE Valentines Day; it just so happens to be my favorite holiday. I usually keep this declaration to myself as it often earns me skeptical looks and raised eyebrows coupled with a condescending ‘why?’ Why you ask? Beneath my compelling, beautifully cold, and […]