The lock released with a loud buzz and he pushed the heavy outer door inward. He couldn't exactly remember which apartment his friend lived in but he was mostly sure it was on the third floor. Seeing as he took a cab all the way here he figured he might as well climb the stairs instead of riding the elevator.
When he . . .
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 . . .
It had been raining all day. He kicked off his soggy shoes the second he got the door open and decided then and there he would be staying in for the evening. There was no need to brave the elements and cooking dinner at home sounded nice.
There was a chicken in the fridge that would do well in the oven and throwing together . . .
He was early to dinner and needed to kill some time. The friend he was meeting had a taste for hooch even stronger than his own. Sneaking in the usual martini was out of the question for now. Tonight was all about defense. He needed to make sure aspirin wasn't on the menu for breakfast.
The bartender who looked to be . . .
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 . . .
Nothing...you just haven't ordered one yet
One of my favorite night caps is a long pour of Single Malt Scotch. Sometimes however I feel like sweetening it up. In that case I grab a blend over ice and top it off with the honeyed and spiced Drambuie. The Rusty Nail as it is called now has been around for ages. The Rat Pack was usually seen with a round of Rusty Nails . . .
Workers On The Tracks
This cocktail is my favorite of the ones I have created. Gary “Gaz” Regan even named it one of the best cocktails of 2016. I appreciate Billy Helmkemp’s (The Whistler) persistence for pushing me to submit it for review. If first appeared on a menu at the Berkshire Room (15 E. Ohio, Chicago) and I wrote about it when I was . . .