" Drinking with Men is a collection of Schaap's recollections of her favorite drinking holes, beginning as a teenager in New York City and ending, um, in New York, with a notable absence of personal growth in between. Harsh? Maybe. Maybe I'm being especially hard on Schaap because I "get" everything she says about the amazing feeling of fitting in somewhere, somewhere, to quote Cheers, "where everybody knows your name". I've been a girl who loves bars, who enjoyed heated discussions and heart to heart soul dumping over a nice Scotch or pint of ale. I've been "one of the guys" with a lot of the same upsides and downsides that Schaap describes. I learned a lot about people and even more about myself. I made some lifelong friends, some mistakes and missteps, and I MOVED on. I guess that's what I hoped Schaap would do.....and she doesn't. She moves on, to another.....and another....and another bar..where, each time, she builds a new substitute family (a deep need, obviously..she doesn't have much to say about her actual family) spends every night there for months, and then picks up and starts somewhere new. Throughout the whole memoir, she holds down an interesting array of jobs and even marries, but nothing sticks. The individual bars start to sound the same, and I wish she had spent more time showing what sets each, and the characters within, apart. At the end of Drinking with Men, Schaap is bartending, parttime, and starts to make some interesting observations from the other side of the rail...for about two paragraphs, and she's done. YET, when you read her bio on the back, you find out she has plenty going for herself, professionally, as a writer, but nothing really makes it into her memoir that doesn't happen inside the four walls of a bar. Too bad. I think she has more to say.... "
— Squirrel, 1/19/2014