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Panic in Benedictine Park

Or, “reason I hate living with a state liquor monopoly #8,437″

A rant for the locals, which neatly coincides with Raiders of the Lost Cocktail: as was pointed out to me recently by Jamie, the Washington state liquor board is reshuffling the list of brands and bottles it carries – meaning anything dropped from the list will soon be banished from the state, unobtainable short of ordering a (costly) special shipment or holding a commercial liquor license. On the latest list of casualties is Benedictine, the French herbal liqueur that matches so, so well with the flavor of whiskey.

The good news? (snark mode on): B&B remains on the list. (/snark)

Earlier this week I noticed the first orange “close-out” tags on the Benedictine shelf (the positive side: it’s now priced under $30), and the liqueur — never in huge supply — is starting to disappear from the shelves.

But while at first blush the news sounded like it could lead to the Frisco, the Widow’s Kiss and the Cocktail de la Louisiane becoming endangered species in the northwest corner of the country, Murray says not to worry – in state liquor hell, things vanish and then reappear all the time. Besides, he pointed out that bars and restaurants still have access to the wholesale liquor stockpile in downtown Seattle, which he gives me to understand is unaffected by the change.

So while you won’t be able to bring a bottle home, you can still get Benedictine cocktails while sitting at one of the small handful of bars where bartenders actually know what the stuff is for. Prompting Murray to ask, “Who’s your best friend now?”

{Shudder}

Bars, liquor companies push weird cocktails
Friday, July 08, 2005
By Nancy Keates, The Wall Street Journal

On a recent evening at Vault Martini Bar in Portland, Ore., customer Ann Samiee had to negotiate a cocktail menu with almost 100 choices that included a Badhattan, with bourbon and red wine, and a Pad Thai, a drink made of ginger-infused vodka, basil, lemongrass and lime juice. Ms. Samiee settled on a “Blue Basil,” a mixture of vodka, vermouth and basil, plus olives stuffed with blue cheese that created an oil slick on top. “I felt like it should have had croutons,” says the stay-at-home mom.

Across the bar, flight attendant Jenni Tompkins ordered a “Cherry Cheesecake” with vodka, vanilla liqueur and cranberry juice. Her verdict: “It tastes like cough syrup.”

If there’s a redeeming factor to all this mixological silliness, it’s in the form of the growing cavalry of forward-thinking bartenders that are rallying ’round the quality-cocktail flag, waved fearlessly as always by Robert Hess, aka Drinkboy:

Now that the trend has gone nationwide, it’s creating a bit of a backlash among some purists. “I cringe when people call anything in a martini glass a martini,” says Robert Hess, who along with some other stalwarts started the Museum of the American Cocktail. Its bar will soon serve only “authentic” drinks, made from 19th-century recipes. Audrey Saunders, a well-known mixologist, refuses to use recipes from liquor brands. When Ms. Saunders opens her new bar Pegu Club in New York this August, she’ll be making the same gin-based drink served at the famed British officer’s club in Rangoon in the 1900s.

Some cutting-edge bars and restaurants — such as Bar Americain, a new Bobby Flay restaurant in Midtown Manhattan — also are shunning the more-is-better take on drinks and paring menus down to include only classics like sazeracs. Employees Only, a bar in New York, is making its own vermouths, bitters and infusions from preprohibition recipes.

Making its own vermouths, bitters and infusions…hold it a sec, I feel a chorus of the Battle Hymn of the Republic coming on….

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Police Gazette Redux

A while back, I mentioned the Police Gazette Cocktail, an excellent drink I came across in the back pages of William Grimes’ Straight Up or On the Rocks. Since this discovery, the drink has entered my regular rotation–and I’m pleased to report that I’m not alone.

Slakethirst has a very nice writeup regarding the Police Gazette (and notices the lack of a recipe for this drink on CocktailDB.com). Ensuring the writer a permanent place in my heart, and my will (should I ever have something to leave behind, save a dog-eared copy of David Embury and a down-at-the-heels cocktail shaker), the recipe posted calls for Old Overholt rye, and cites a preference for the lively flavor of Fees Old-Fashioned Aromatic Bitters.

Then, just tonight, I received an e-mail from a friend who lives in DC’s Maryland suburbs, who reports that he celebrated Independence Day by putting together a Police Gazette (using Old Overholt, bless his heart), then firing marine parachute flares into the sky over an industrial park. My source reports car alarms being heard from great distances away (once the ringing in his ears stopped), and a growing desire for more Police Gazette Cocktails.

Keep spreading the good word–

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Naming Names

Clipped from yesterday’s New York Times: “The Drink’s the Thing”

Julie Rose likes hit shows. It’s not just that she’s an avid theatergoer. It’s also because she’s learned over the years that people at hits tend to drink more. Ms. Rose is the president of Sweet Concessions, which dispenses refreshments at seven New York theaters. Big chains like the Shuberts tend to fill their catering needs in-house, with a standardized array of simple mixed drinks and packaged snacks. But theatergoers at the establishments Ms. Rose caters can expect something extra, like the play-themed cocktails dreamed up by her “creative director,” Brett Stasiewicz.

At the Roundabout Theater’s production of Somerset Maugham’s “Constant Wife,” four drinks are named for the play’s main characters: the Constant Wife, the Constant Husband, the Constant Admirer and the Constant Mistress. The wife is described in the play as “a peach”; the title drink is made with peach vodka. At the Biltmore, where the Manhattan Theater Club is presenting Elaine May’s “After the Night and the Music,” Mr. Stasiewicz pays tribute to one of the evening’s themes with a gin-based drink called Take My Wife.

He says that a lot of research goes into his cleverly written drink menus. He reads the plays before they open and starts experimenting with ingredients. When there’s a book involved, as with Lincoln Center’s “Light in the Piazza,” he reads that, too. He also keeps up with the liquor industry’s latest trendy liqueurs and flavors.

(emphasis mine)

When I was a kid, in the small town where I grew up, every kind of soft drink was simply called a “Coke.” It didn’t matter if you were drinking a Pepsi, or a Mountain Dew, or an Orange Crush—if someone asked you what you’d gone to the store for, the proper response was, “a Coke.”

As goes the world of cocktails. The word “cocktail” itself is fading from bars and restaurants across the country, replaced by the now all-encompassing “Martini.” It doesn’t matter if the drink has no gin or vermouth; it doesn’t matter if the drink is composed of chocolate, vanilla and sugar, all suspended in neutral grain spirits; take a look at the cocktail—sorry, Martini—menu, and the name is spelled out in all its ignoble glory: the something-tini.

I’m not alone in my dismay for this trend; a brief glance at the Drinkboy or eGullet Cocktail (Yes! Cocktail!) forums will show many other like-minded folks, grumbling into their glasses of gin about the state of drinking today. But this—this New York concessions company, researching plays and books, then creating unique drinks (some even made without vodka!) using the titles of the plays, or the names of the characters—this gives me hope.

It used to be commonplace (I say, snuffling in my gin) to name drinks after musicals, or plays, or current events, or places, or anything at all, without resorting to the use of that bastard suffix, “-tini.” Witness: the Cuba Libre, named for the independence cry of Cuba around a century ago; the Pegu Club, named for the old colonial outpost in Rangoon; the Bronx, named for—well, you guessed that one; the French 75, named after the World War I artillery piece; or the Floradora, a gentle old concoction made of gin, lime juice, raspberry syrup and ginger ale, named after a frilly musical that opened in 1900. They may not have all been good; some, like the Floradora (and today’s “Light in the Piazza,” served by Sweet Concessions), may have doubled as the guerrilla marketing pieces of their day. But at least bartenders had the gumption to adorn the drinks with actual names.

I’m not sure who developed the Blood and Sand, but I do know where it got its name: from the 1922 film starring Rudolf Valentino as a bullfighter (it was remade in 1941, starring Tyrone Power and Rita Hayworth). The earliest reference I find to the drink is in the Savoy Cocktail Book, first published in 1930; it’s also in “Cocktail Bill” Boothby’s World Drinks and How to Mix Them, from 1934. These early guides (as well as recent ones, such as Gary Regan’s The Joy of Mixology) call for making the drink with equal parts scotch, fresh orange juice, cherry brandy, and sweet vermouth. Now, I like the idea of perfect ingredient balance in a drink, such as in a Corpse Reviver #2, but as alluring as this mixture is, there’s still something not quite right. But last year, in Vintage Spirits & Forgotten Cocktails, Ted Haigh (aka “Dr. Cocktail”) printed a recipe calling for the drink to be made with four parts each scotch and orange juice to three parts each cherry brandy and sweet vermouth. In my humble opinion, Doc nailed it.

Scotch is a notoriously difficult spirit to mix with, and simply reading the list of ingredients gives me a toothache when I imagine the sweetness. Somehow though, completely counter-intuitively, this drink works. The flavor complexity is like that of a Floridita, where even seasoned cocktail aficionados may have difficulty discerning the drink’s ingredients. In the glass, the blend of cherry brandy and vermouth form a perfect base for the stubborn flavor of scotch, the scotch’s aggressive smokiness keeps the sweet flavors in line, while the orange juice soothes all the various rough edges, making everything work together in the glass. When mixing a Blood and Sand, use a blended scotch (Famous Grouse works well for me), fresh-squeezed orange juice, and a decent cherry brandy, such as Cherry Heering.

And if anyone asks you what you’re drinking, for god’s sake don’t reply, “a Blood-and-Sandtini.”

Blood and Sand

  • 1 ounce blended scotch
  • 1 ounce fresh-squeezed orange juice
  • ¾ ounce cherry brandy
  • ¾ ounce sweet vermouth

Shake with ice and strain into a chilled cocktail glass; garnish with a cherry.

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Nothing Shaking

From Seattle Weekly, 6/1/05

“Last week wrapped up a new three-week, 23-restaurant cocktail promotion called the Great Seattle Shake. Sponsored in part by the Seattle Weekly, the event aimed to entice cocktail drinkers to sample two signature drinks paired with an appetizer for $15. Whether it was the 7 to 10 p.m. time frame (threatening to keep drinkers up beyond their bedtimes), a cocktail’s perceived incompatibility with food, or possibly that Seattle residents are just really die-hard local-merlot drinkers, it’s safe to say that very little shaking went on during May.”

Or, it could be that most of the drinks sucked.

I mean, really–look at the list of “drinks” these places were serving, and tell me how many people would willingly toss down more than a couple, and those out of ignorance / curiosity / need to get drunkeness sake. Overreacting? Look:

Ancient Mexican Finnish (from Beach Cafe)
Finlandia lime vodka, sauza gold tequila, 100 year grand marnier syrup, fresh limes and sage, sour, on the rocks

Apple Spice Martini (from Hi-Life)
House apple infused vodka mixed with captain morgan spiced rum and a splash ginger simple syrup

MoMo’s Rum (from Jasmine)
Fresh squeezed orange, light rum with triple sec and peach schnapps, served over ice

And, in the name of all that is holy, this monstrosity:
Tom Waits Was Here (from the Pink Door)
Jack daniels, cynar & triple sec . . .”shake it shake it shake it baby!”

Etcetera, etcetera.

For the love of god, people, a drink should be a drink. Sure, have the token fruity candy syrup for those who like to take slugs of honey straight from the jar, but how about a little variety? Some bitter, some savory, some…difficult drinks. Instead, a tromp through the list of nearly 100 special cocktails reveals only a handful of interesting or innovative creations that are actually worth the effort of pouring down your throat. How many different variations of infused vodka / triple sec / cranberry juice / something-else-to-make-it-different-from-all-the-other-cosmos-out-there do we need? True, there were some classics in there–a mint julep, a few classic margaritas, and various Manhattans (none, however, with rye whiskey). But for every well thought-out drink, that focuses on flavor, balance and complexity (such as Ibiza’s Experience–three Hendricks gin and one part Pimms #1 with a splash of fresh lime juice & simple syrup and muddled cucumbers, shaken and served on the rocks or up and garnished with a cucumber slice), there are a dozen sickly little things that rely on the twin crutches of sugary sweetness and alcoholic wallop. Instead of a careful balance and depth of flavors, so many drinks–as exemplified by a mondo chunk of this list–throw as many flavors at the drinker as possible (in the form of flavored vodkas, spiced rums, etc), without bothering to pay attention to how it all works out in the end.

No imagination, and no clue to what happened when the big promotion failed. How Seattle Weekly.

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