“Long before it with permission served me, the bar saved me,” asserts J.R. Moehringer, and his compelling memoir The Tender Bar is the tale of how and why. A Pulitzer-Prize attractive writer for the Los Angeles Times, Moehringer grew up fatherless in pub-heavy Manhasset, New York, in a broken down house crammed with cousins and ruled by an eccentric, unkind grandfather.Desperate for a affectionate figure, he turns first to his father, a DJ whom he can only access via the radio (Moehringer calls him The Voice and pictures him as “talking smoke”). When The Voice suddenly disappears from the airwaves,