DR vixmom, do you have any idea about your Manhattan time? Dinner with you would be a lovely way to spend some of my day.
I say it's always time for a Manhattan. But I'm having a Negroni right now.
Manhattans and Martinis are my #1 favorite cocktails. Ironically, for all their traditional simplicity, they're the most adventuresome to order because in most jernts you never know what you're going to get. In a way, no two are alike, in spite of what you specify or don't specify when ordering. Hell, no two of my own are exactly alike, and you'd think I'd have it down to a science.
(DR John G. - does that make sense? I'm sure you know what I mean, though I could probably have expressed it better.)
Anyway, that was just rambling preamble leading into the point of my post, which is: I didn't mention this at the time, either to DR Elmore or to our waiter, but the Manhattan I had at the Brooklyn Diner the other night was Perfection in a Glass. All I knew was that I was getting a Makers Mark one, which is totally fine, but it's still all in the mixing, and the result was sublime. Why is it that this always seems to happen when I must deny myself a second, lest I end up watching a show while trying not to fall into the aisle?
Just something to mull over as I sip this 1783, the ridiculously low-priced "small batch" bourbon from Evan Williams...
