It's Ti' Time
I have talked about punch earlier and left you with the little Caribbean ditty: “One of sour, two of sweet, three of strong, and four of weak. Add some spice to make it nice!” This is all well and good for making punch and I have relied on it many times. We are talking about a different punch today though. We are talking . . .
A simple drink that has been lost at sea for too long is the Pink Gin. You have a few choices here: bitters left in or bitters swirled and tossed. Also you can take it chilled or at room temp. The chilled version would be very similar to how Luis Buñuel took his Martini in a way.
The purists say it can only be . . .
If you use sweet Italian (red) vermouth you can make a “sweet martini.” It is a lot better than it sounds. So good in fact that over time it was ordered as a Gin and Italian and that was slowly shortened to just a Gin and It. The great bartender, Sasha Petraske, loved this drink and it should be drank in memory of him. . . .
The Luke's Martini
This Martini is a slight variation of the famous Duke's Martini. If you are at The Dukes Hotel (35 St James's Place, London) and you ask for a Martini; it will come table side poured from a bottle of frozen gin. No bitters, just a dash of dry vermouth to "clean the carpet" and frozen gin. It will then . . .
Laissez les bon temps rouler
The Sazerac is the only stirred cocktail to rival the Martini. In all honesty, I think they could have been friends in another life. The worst one I have ever had was at the Sazerac Bar In the Grand Roosevelt Hotel located at 130 Roosevelt Way, New Orleans, LA. I recommend pours of Guinness across the street at The Erin . . .
I never think of it as a Collins drink but the Mojito shares a few characteristics of everyones favorite long drinks and if you look back far enough in the Cuban cocktail books it was originally called the Bacardi Collins and served at Sloppy Joes in Havana. I have read that during prohibition and long into the ‘50s . . .
This may be my second favorite cocktail but I do not think I have ever admitted that to anyone except my best drinking friend Eric Farrell. We had stayed up all night after Saturday's bar service and went for breakfast and I enjoyed this very cocktail at nine in the morning on a Sunday (sugar rim and all) garnished . . .