Throughout the years the methods had come and gone. Different bottles. Full to empty. He steadily searched for perfection. Each part of the drink had been examined with the strictest scrutiny. It was his favorite ritual.
The pieces of ice made his fingers look magnified as he held them. A swift smack with the back of a . . .
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 . . .
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 . . .
It was a few minutes before five and there was an open seat at the bar. He hated sitting at a table so the tall vacant chair was a welcome sight. The seat had held his weight many times before.
A round leather circle slid across the marble toward him. The affable bartender pinned the coaster to the surface with a glass of . . .
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 . . .
And why Standard Cocktails are for Rubes
Over the last week I spent my time between Amsterdam and Paris. Both cities are lovely. Amsterdam has it's canals, bikes, and window shopping for anything you can imagine, while Paris has this perfect mixture of leisure and franticness. While eating and drinking through these two great cities I found myself more than one night . . .
From the second I wake up my phone is trying to get my attention. It buzzes, flashes, beeps, and even whistles at me from time to time. It never stops even as I attempt to put pen to paper. Phone calls, emails, texts, tweets, likes, downvotes etc. As enticing as it would be to know The 15 Reasons Why I Didn't Sleep . . .