Posted by Gabbi "El Pulpo Negro" | Filed under Mexico
Mark Alberto Holt, at the helm of the now lost at sea S.F.T.
Anyone who follows my demonic-scented alcoholic-fueled ramblings, knows that I have spent some time hanging out at a bar in Sayulita called the S.F.T. Tequila bar, owned, operated and spiritually guided by the one and only Mark Alberto Holt. Not only is Mark a stellar bar man, but he is my friend. Recently, he stopped hanging out behind the bar at the S.F.T. and moved onto to brighter shores. Him moving to the light left his old bar a darker place. I am a big believer that a Bar is more than wood, stools, bottles and glasses - it is purely made up of the souls of those that love and run it. In this case, the soul of the S.F.T. was Mark, and always will be. Anyone who has had the luck of wandering into the S.F.T. on some hot Sayulita night, and had the pleasure of having Mark behind the bar, in front of the bar, anywhere in the restaurant - treating you to his pure and honest soul, you immediately knew you would come back, for that alone. Miguel, the maniac behind the bar will always rock, that is for sure. I just can’t imagine the S.F.T. without it’s Jimador behind the wheel. Some bars just are the Bar owner, plain and simple. They thought it up, it is their dream become reality, and with that energy and love gone, it cannot easily live without them.
R.I.P. S.F.T… Mark, see you at the pool, on the waves, and at the next bar.
June 4th, 2010 at 10:09 pm
Gabbi: here in MX we say…”No es un adiós, solo un hasta luego”.