Paul's introduction to Paul (as in himself, not some other dude)

Well howdy everyone. If you don't immediately recognize my name, you're probably no fun at parties. For nearly three years I've been covering new and old bars, clubs and restaurants for Metromix Orlando, offering my two cents on some of the best new places (hello, McRaney's!) and the downright wretched (I'm talking to you, TD's!). Then it came time for we here at Metromix to hold hands and take that giant leap forward into the 21st century with our very own blog, and for some reason someone grabbed my sweaty palm and tugged me along with.

So here I am. Blogging. Woot.

I'm told by my keepers that this is supposed to be mostly Orlando-centric, and I'll do my best to keep things kind of focused, though my tendency to waver and focus instead on how much fun drinking is may win out. Every now and again I'll give you guys the real scoop on stuff I left out of my reviews (since they're supposed to be somewhat non-judgmental), and my favorite picks for annoying bar behavior, oddest eats and where to find it. It's unlikely I'll post where to find the hotties or the stripper poles or the back rooms (lord knows I've looked), because I respect drinking and eating too much to relegate it as a conduit to cheap thrills. The thrill is the booze and the food and the place to get it. I hope we have an understanding there.

So. This is me, Paul. And that is you, fine, attractive reader. I hope to catch you out one night. I won't buy you a drink (I'm poor), but I'll be more than happy to chat. If you want to hand out the shots, however, please, be my guest.