The finest bartender in Kansas City keeps his clothes on while he works. He stays off the top of the bar, doesn't set anything on fire, doesn't give female co-workers back massages while his patrons are waiting for drinks, and doesn't flip and toss around a bottle of Jamison before pouring a neat one. As the smoke has cleared in Westport, it has become much easier to see what's going on at Buzzard Beach these days. What we see at the storied dive Buzzard Beach: humble Steve Judd, who holds court during the week with a calm demeanor and a smile for everyone, no matter how complicated or annoying the request. Unruly pool players, cheapskate tippers, sad drunks and stinky punks all get the same pleasant, attitude-free treatment when asking for matches, ice water, a Long Island or directions to the bathroom. Flair bartenders be damned — for complete attention, no questions and maybe a handshake from one of the softest bartender hands ever, find Judd at Buzzard. He'll hook you up.