went out to Eastern Standard last night (more on that when i have time to post photos) and before dinner we had a Whiskey Smash cocktail.
The cocktail menu at ES is deliberately obfuscatory, and there is no way to know wtf each intriguingly named item actually might be, unless it’s a classic like a Sidecar. However, I did eventually manage to determine, by talking to our heavily accented waitress, that a Whiskey Smash involved bourbon, lemon, simple syrup and mint, which seemed like just the ticket on a warm early-summer evening.
And it was.
Arrived in a lowball over piles of shaved ice. Tasted rather like a citrus julep. Quite refreshing, and not quite as diabolically alcoholic.
Diabolically alcoholic. I like the sound of that, works well in so many ways.
I made a drink last night, I call them Apple Fu*!ers. Apple juice & bourbon, they don’t taste very good. Even with ice, shaved or no, it just isn’t right. Hence the last word, there in the name.
Cheers!
biggles, it is always a treat to hear your voice! i wonder if that apple juice might be better friends with calvados or applejack. but i probably won’t find out, because in a fight I am always going to choose bourbon over apple juice.
speaking of which, TallMatt brought a bottle of Woodford Reserve and we made some diabolically alcoholic juleps for our party last weekend, and happily there were lots of takers. it never ends well when i have to drink the whole pitcher myself.