Cocktails

[Ralif Redhammer]

the stag/stagette party triumvirate: orgasm, sex on the beach, blowjob.

There are so many great 80s cocktails out there, but those three give them a bad name.

 

[Whizbang Dustyboots]

There are so many great 80s cocktails out there, but those three give them a bad name.

I don't want to go to the trouble of hunting down peach schnapps, but I'd like to think that the fuzzy navel still holds up, although it's practically a dessert by my modern standards.

 

[Dannyalcatraz]

A person who doesn't get hangovers is a person who hasn't fully tested their own boundaries.

At one Mardi Gras party in college, I killed most of a bottle of Fleishman’s vodka before moving on to the trash can punch with the Everclear-soaked fruit after the vodka was confiscated. I had other stuff as well. I blacked out, during which time I talked to the fern (not a euphemism), and fell over like a chopped-down redwood (after securing my drink & eyeglasses in the hands of others).

I had no hangover. I did not get sick.

 

[Dannyalcatraz]

Went to a churrascaria tonight. The Negroni hunt is over!

I found it enjoyable, but not great- I’d rather have had my usual capireña. I’m glad I had it, though.

 

[Sepulchrave II]

I've never understood how a shot or three of gin is a martini, and not, you know, a shot or three of gin......

Stirred over ice and strained, The aromatics from the gin are released - in much the same way that a drop or two of distilled water can make a single malt sing. Two olives then finish the flavour perfectly. I don't favor dirty martinis as the brine can mess up the drink, and I find that the olives by themselves are sufficient to infuse the drink.

 

[Whizbang Dustyboots]

Still working through the Ratios book, had my first boulevardier tonight. Extremely tasty -- I'll have it again.

 

[Sepulchrave II]

Went to a churrascaria tonight. The Negroni hunt is over!

I found it enjoyable, but not great- I’d rather have had my usual capireña. I’m glad I had it, though.

Looks a little watery.

Best to keep the gin in the freezer, the vermouth and Campari in the fridge. Stir over ice and strain into a chilled glass with a large cocktail ice cube, so it doesn't melt too quickly.

You don't want the pith from the orange; just the zest. Or candied orange - that works too.

/Negroni pedant.

 

[Clint_L]

At one Mardi Gras party in college, I killed most of a bottle of Fleishman’s vodka before moving on to the trash can punch with the Everclear-soaked fruit after the vodka was confiscated. I had other stuff as well. I blacked out, during which time I talked to the fern (not a euphemism), and fell over like a chopped-down redwood (after securing my drink & eyeglasses in the hands of others).

I had no hangover. I did not get sick.

Not long after I started bartending, I got a pretty good-sized scholarship cheque and, since I was now making pretty good money, decided to use it to stock a pretty decent bar at home. Because I now fancied myself a connoisseur, I included a number of schnapps and liqueurs in the shopping cart. Then, over the course of the next year or so we slowly worked our way to the bottom of them during those late nights when a bunch of us wound up at the place I shared with my buddy.

The standards were the first to go - vodka, gin, etc. Then the ones that could be easily mixed - fuzzy navels were a highlight evening. The second to last was a bottle of melon liquor, and to this day I cannot abide the smell of it. The final bottle was green creme de menthe, which we wound up finishing off by doing shots until it was gone. It was like shooting mouthwash, and when I later got super sick my puke looked radioactive. Though my breath smelled pretty good.

Also, at a bar where I worked for a long time, we had a tradition where whenever we changed a bottle we would throw the empty to drip dry into a four gallon jar with a big funnel rigged to the top. Over the course of about a year the jar would fill up with what we called "jungle juice." Once it was full, we would have a big party after work and drink the whole thing. The entire staff would be wrecked for days.

Ah, youth.

 

[Dannyalcatraz]

Man…it’s been a hot second since I had a fuzzy navel. Hmmm…

 

[Sepulchrave II]

You're one step away from the Winston Churchill martini.

Fill a mixing glass with ice.
Put in a generous helping of Plymouth gin.
Nod towards France.
Strain into glass.


Or, as popularly recounted-

Snarf walked into a bar. He asked for a stirred gin Martini. Very dry.

The bartender said. "How dry?"

Snarf replied, "As dry as you can make it."

Bartender: Okay, you want me to give it a quick rinse of vermouth and then pour the vermouth out?

Snarf: No. Not dry enough. I want you to pour the gin over the ice, and before you stir, I want you to say "vermouth" over the mixing glass.

The bartender proceeded to do as instructed, and than said ... "Vermouth," to which Snarf replied, "TOO LOUD!"

I have heard a variation - these myths…

Churchill, when asked how to make a dry martini, replied “I just show the vermouth to the gin.”

“Can you demonstrate?”

Churchill proceeded to retrieve the vermouth and gin from his cabinet.

“Gin, this is vermouth; vermouth, meet gin.”

He replaced the vermouth and poured himself a large glass of gin.