Cue Barry Manilow’s “Looks Like We Made It.”

While my name has been on many barroom bathroom walls, this time my face is on a wall — but at least it’s not in the loo. There I am, smack dab in the middle of The Back Door, looking over the fine patrons who often crowd my favorite space.

This is more prestigious than Mount Rushmore. Mom is going to be really proud of this one.

Now that I have my face on a bar wall, the key to the city and Sharon Stone’s autograph, my next challenge is to have a bourbon named after me: Bar Belle’s Nut-Finished Single Barrel Bourbon.