When bartender Jonas Deemer recently sliced open his finger while working solo one night -- it looked deep and it looked painful -- dude just washed it off, wrapped it up, slapped on a plastic glove and got back to work. Surprisingly, we weren't queasy. We were impressed. Of course, this is the same Deemer (he of the ass-length ponytail) who happily stages impromptu pyrotechnical shows for audiences of one or 100. He sends his bottles soaring back to the bar in graceful arcs, too busy creating waterfalls of shots to make sure they land correctly (they do). His lighter -- which he keeps attached to his belt -- is used to set fire to the 151 as often as it is to light your cigarette. Best part? He does all of it with a smile. Give this guy a tip.