Best bartender with a sympathetic ear for musicians down on their luck: Jerry Berlin of the Brickell Tavern stands about eight-feet tall, with a voice so deep your average graphic equalizer cannot accommodate it. Under the word "gruff," Webster's Dictionary has a picture of Jerry. He looks and sounds like a turn-of-the-century bareknuckles prizefighter, but actually prefers abstract painting to fisticuffs. He has also been known to jump on-stage with a band and jam some blues on his harmonica, when the spirit moves him. Very few bands tell him no. Very few prizefighters would tell him no. But for all his bluster, Jerry is a pushover. He has been known to tear up bar tabs for musicians whose thirsts for spirits rivaled those of a dehydrated rugby team and whose wallets were equally dry.
Best Rock Critic: Greg Baker, New Times. Now can I have my check?