A Perky Highball Sounded Nice for a Change
Walking through the revolving door he dragged his feet to remove the snow. It was coming down a bit too hard to finish his pipe so his walk had been cut short. He waved at the doorman and took the elevator in the opposite direction of the falling snow.
He was a touch out of sorts. The week had drifted by without much . . .
The Old-Fashioned Way of Doing Something is Sometimes Still the Best Way
Water sputtered out of the tap as he turned the knobs to full blast. He couldn't remember the last time he actually drew a bath for himself. While the water ran he went to make a drink in the kitchen. A tub cocktail would surely help during the soak.
He looked funny standing in the kitchen; bare-chested with a stiff . . .
Cocktail Hour
6:30 sharp...or YOU have to make the drinks!
For the last few months, my wife and I have been enjoying a cocktail hour at home. This is a daily thing unless we happen to be out for some reason. It is in both of our calendars and whoever is late has to make the drinks...which are martinis more often than not.
Why Cocktail Hour?
We are both pretty intense in . . .
The Cocktail Doodle Podcast
Episode 2: The Martini
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I ordered a much better microphone today and a decent pair of . . .
Announcing: The Cocktail Doodle Podcast
A few weeks ago a buddy of mine mentioned that he always had to remember to go back and read my Instagram posts after scrolling through his feed. That got me thinking about how people absorb the content I create.
I decided to make a podcast. When I started (yesterday) I knew nothing about podcasting. With a bunch of . . .
The Drink Arrived in a Chilled Glass with a Lemon Peel and a Smile
He looked over the bottles behind the bar. They had multiplied since he stocked them last, but that was a long time ago. He was a patron now and the last drink of the night was always tricky. Through experience, he had learned what worked for him and what did not. As much as he enjoyed a whiskey before bed it never helped him come . . .
A Hot Toddy Tastes Better While Wearing a Pair of Sweatpants
A long time ago he made a personal rule not to have a toddy unless there was an inch of snow on the ground. He, of course, made exceptions for a sore throat regardless of the forecast. A few more minutes of accumulation and he would be in the clear.
He placed a kettle on the stove and turned the fire on. While that got all . . .