Tag: cocktails
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Drinking Poetic (On A Christmas Wednesday): The Nutcracker
I’ve always felt disconnected from the Holiday season. While I grew up Catholic it has had been many a solstice since I identified as such. I’ve also spent the past 10+ years living 2,500+ miles from the family and friends I grew up with. As such when the holidays roll around I often find myself latching on…
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Drinking Poetic: Cascading Lines
This is the story of a drink that got away from me. As I’ve said before I tend to turn every drink into a brown, bitter, and stirred variation on a theme. It should therefore come as no surprise that I’ve been trying to play around with some version of a hopped Old Fashioned style drink for…
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Drinking Poetic: The Panic Order
I’m terrible at Vodka drinks. It sounds elitist, snobbish, and very hipster bartender of me but it’s a fact of life. I think the problem is twofold. 1) Stylistically, I gravitate towards stirred, booze forward drinks that include some sort of odd characteristic. I go through phases: stirred citrus, clarified everything, fruit infused sherries, etc. I essentially want to turn…
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Drinking Poetic (on a Wednesday): The Los Angeles Sour
The Los Angeles Cocktail is terrible and is a perfect example of a bad drink that survives because it’s old. Buried within the pages of the Savoy Cocktail book, one of the quintessential drink tomes of the Golden and Modern cocktail age, is a drink that reads like a New Yorker describing their “totally real” visit to…
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Drinking Poetic (on a Wednesday): Highballs
I’m a whiskey purist. Bourbon, Scotch, Japanese, Barrel Strength, it doesn’t matter, I drink it neat. For years I was determined that not even a drop of water would come between myself and my sweet, sweet barrel aged nectar. What’s changed me? The highball. The highball is nothing new. It’s a simple class of…