Which is an argument for, what? Sobriety?
Archive for the ‘A Tipple’ Category
Big news this week: A French vinter is now selling a cola-flavoured wine, marketed under the name Rouge Sucette, or Red Lollipop. Why this is treated as a (gross) novelty is beyond me. One only has to go a bit farther south, to Spain, and you can find teenagers drinking a cocktail of Coke and red wine on practically every street corner. It’s called kalimotxo, or calimocho, either of which, come to think of it, are a whole lot less wine cooler douche-y than red lollipop.
You know you’re in deep when…
…you recognise a number of the “stars” in a movie about bartending.
It’s been years since I had a gin and tonic, since shortly after college. But this winter while on holiday in Madrid, a friend and I checked out a hole-in-wall jazz club in Barrio de las Letras. This rainy night, I was drinking wine, but squeezed into the tables around me were people with these goblets of…something. Something bubbly and icy and filled with fruits and torn-up herbs. ¿Qué es eso bebida? we asked the couple next to us. A gin and tonic.
Even though it was hardly gin-and-tonic season, we had to try one. My Hendrick’s G&T had hunks of cucumber, sliced strawberries, shards of mint, quarters of muddled lime, all mingling with stubby ice cubes. Not your college-dorm highball. A revelation. And even though it was drizzly and cool, we drank them the rest of the week. When I came home, I picked up a six-pack of tonic, pulled some old bulbuous wine glasses out of the cupboard, and have been experimenting. Key, I’ve found, is the right fresh produce; paired with the proper gin — cucumber, grapefruit, orange peel — they bring out unexpected notes, heightening the botanicals in each bottle.
I thought I was clever. Until this.
Wow. Just wow.
Although, I’m a little hesitant to take advice from a guy named Brad. Who goes on cruises.
Also, I may be kind of a lazy drunk. As in, too lazy for this.
Oh, the dangers of mixing beer and magnetic poetry:
As you may have gathered by now. I like to drink. A lot. I do not, however, like a large drink.
To be honest, I thought no one served Big Gulp Martinis anymore (although the Wall Street Journal seems to think it is a problem). Then, the other day, I met a friend of mine at the bar of a nearby steakhouse. And thank god we were sitting at the bar, because the bartender had to rechill my drink three different times. I didn’t feel that I was getting my money’s work. In fact, I felt like someone had poured a quarter-bottle of gin into a glass and handed it to me.
By contrast, a few nights later — elsewhere, it goes without saying — I had a cocktail made with Japanese whisky; it barely filled a quarter of a rocks glass. I would have paid double.
You know the old
wivesdrunkards’ tale: Liquor before beer, nothing to fear. Beer before liquor, never sicker. How about: Vodka first at night, you’ll lose your sight. If you’re in a bind, whisky will keep you from going blind.
That’s right, apparently a New Zealand man drank some (really, really bad) vodka, it interacted with his diabetes medication, and he went temporarily blind. Only by administering a bottle of Johnny Walker Black through a drip-tube in his stomach were doctors able to counteract the blindness and what they characterised as “a strong smell like nail polish remover (that) had come out of the incision in his stomach.”
I’m not sure if the morale of the story has got as much to do with the miraculous healing effect of whisky as this: Drink premium liquor, not the dregs from a bottle of cut-rate booze given to you as a “present.”
Everyone has their own holiday culinary tradition: Eggnog, cider, Christmas ham…KFC?
Apparently, Kentucky Fried Chicken is “widely popular” in Japan during the holiday season, so popular that JAL is offering a promotion where travelers can savour two pieces of chicken with 11 herbs and spices on select international routes.
Sorry, but I prefer my airline promotions to be along the lines of reduced-price upgrades. And I’ll stick with my festive tradition of holiday vodka.