The plates had been cleared and it was time for dessert. When this part of the meal rolled around he usually ordered a black coffee and watched while everyone else cracked into their large crème brûlées. He wanted a liquid dessert and didn't like to share.
After sitting through a whole meal he needed to get up and move . . .
A few sips in he realized this would not be like any tasting he had ever attended. No sales pitch was lurking in the shadows. No brand to be seen. Each glass bottle held clear liquid and had blue painters tape attached. In Sharpie, he could read date, agave, and distiller.
He had been invited to try his buddies personal . . .
Time and Place for Cocktails
Certain drinks don't work in certain places. I have always known this but unless you change your geographic location and always drink the same thing it is often hard to tell.
Think cocktail bar vs dive and what you would order at each one. What if instead of a cocktail bar and dive it was urban and rural settings? What . . .
Extra innings meant that he was on edge. She had been asleep since the stretch. He usually loved West Coast away games but September baseball carries a different weight when you are only a few games ahead. The announcers yammered on about great plays from the start of the season and how players had either blossomed or shriveled . . .
He poured the last sip of wine for her and waltzed over to the small bar cart to see about a nightcap. Neither of them needed one, but the fireworks would be starting soon. They had been an unexpected surprise throughout the summer. An amenity he enjoyed far more than the gym he assumed was on the third or fourth floor.
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He had vowed long ago never to ask a bartender to "surprise" him. He had also vowed never to smoke again. The sweet drifting scent of cured Virginia tobacco that followed him into the bar proved he had a problem keeping his vows.
Being a simple drinker he liked to keep things easy: gin when the sun was up and . . .
And I didn't know it until I got back
For the longest time, I have avoided the Chicago Cocktail. Mostly because I have never had a good one. It is one of those cocktails that you see on menus of newly opened places that have no soul. The new bar manager who was waiting tables a year before thought it was a good idea to dig this one out of his reprinted copy of . . .