He reached for the tall heavy-bottomed crystal shaker he had used almost every day for as long as he could remember. It was a gift from his mother-in-law from some fancy place whose name he had forgotten. The sticker that signified it legitimate had long been removed the same way he always pulled the band off of a cigar before he . . .
There used to be a time when I could drink more than I could today. Now if I have a drop too much I am in for a world of hurt the next day. It may not even be apparent when I go to bed. No slurring or common actions of inebriation.
One thing I have begun to enjoy are weak drinks. I am not talking about the . . .
Shaken or Stirred
I use my blog as a personal Rolodex and journal for cocktails. I am constantly looking up things I have written to double check myself. It is easier than carrying a book around. I have also tweaked recipes after doing this for so long to dial them in exactly how I like them. The days of the "two-three . . .
The official drink of Wimbledon
With Wimbledon coming up I felt it best to talk about the Pimm's Cup. Many sporting events have their own drink. Baseball games have cold beer. The Kentucky Derby has its Julep and Wimbledon has its Cup. The Pimm's Cup to be exact. This tasty summery long drink stems from a group of drinks classified as fruit cups . . .
A classic cocktail should be familiar like a pair of Chucks, brown loafers, or an always shined pair of black dress shoes. These are without a doubt staples that every guy should have in their closet. A modern cocktail, on the other hand, may or may not stand the test of time like the previously mentioned enduring footwear. I'll . . .
...but enough horsing around
In order to avoid the mad dash to post about juleps yesterday I decided to hold back. It was also a day that comes around every couple of years when Cinco de Mayo falls on Derby Day. Cinco de Mayo of course being a celebration of the day Mexico beat France at the Battle of Puebla (1862) and The Kentucky Derby is the first . . .
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 . . .