This is not a sweet cocktail. It’s sharp, it’s bitey. It’s. . .well, it’s sort of like a pissed off bear. Growly and in your face.
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This is not a sweet cocktail. It’s sharp, it’s bitey. It’s. . .well, it’s sort of like a pissed off bear. Growly and in your face.
Continue readingAccording to cocktail legend, the Bronx cocktail was invented in the bar of the Waldorf Astoria as a nod to the Bronx Zoo.
Continue readingFire when ready, Gridley. And have a Dewey Highball while you’re at it.
Continue readingMellow, very slightly sweet with a hint of juniper and citrus; I also caught nutmeg and cinnamon flavors there…
Continue reading“Come to Cuba and bathe in Bacardí rum.” — Facundito Bacardí
Continue readingFirst off, it’s got Crème Yvette, which as we’ve previously established, I’d happily fill a pool with and swim laps in.
Continue reading60 years before Michelle Pfeiffer purred this song to Jeff Bridges while slithering her way across his grand piano in The Fabulous Baker Boys, Eddie Cantor was Makin’ Whoopee in the hit Broadway show of the same name.
Continue readingThis drink is incredibly sweet. We’re talking eye-watering-nearly-closes-your-throat-up sweet.
Continue readingLet’s belly up to the bar (careful not to kick over the spittoon), and order a Cowboy Cocktail . . .
Continue readingCrème Yvette is the bee’s knees. The cat’s meow. The cream in my coffee. The liqueur in my cocktail.
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