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xraytheenforcer) wrote2006-06-22 06:24 pm
xraytheenforcer) wrote2006-06-22 06:24 pm
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It's Mo-fficial. We signed the lease + The Brooklyn Cocktail
Names in blood, and all that. Lease is signed, we move in on the 30th or the 1st. Hopefully this will curb my recent crankiness. Between the apartment and the heat, I've been on the verge of quasar-level flaming certain people (on the boards, IRL, my boss, my writers) for the smallest of infractions. Bleargh. I need to save that hate for...the next election.
America, Fuck Yeah!
Celebratory Sealing-the-Deal Drink, Brooklyn Version.
The Brooklyn
2 oz rye whisky (Matt uses Old Overholt. We use Rittenhouse)
1 oz Gran Gala
2 dashes Angostura bitters
Stir ingredients over ice. Strain into chilled cocktail glass. Flame the orange peel (we'll teach y'all how to do this in LA, BwB peeps), then drop into drink. Extend the Bird to Manhattan (poor fuckers), sit on yer brownstone stoop, and watch the goombahs drive by. (or, in our case, the MILFs with the double-strollers.)
America, Fuck Yeah!
Celebratory Sealing-the-Deal Drink, Brooklyn Version.
The Brooklyn. There is only one borough of NYC who doesn't, to my cursory knowledge, have a drink named after it: Staten Island. (Doug and I have very specific ideas on what might go into a Staten Island -- nothing you'd wanna drink, fer sure.) Anyway, the Brooklyn is the lesser-known cousin to the classic Manhattan and the Bronx. In this version, made by Matt, bartender at the Brooklyn Social Club (a favorite gin mill), the Brooklyn is built with Gran Gala (an orange liqueur). Instead of a cherry, garnish with a flamed orange peel.
The Brooklyn
2 oz rye whisky (Matt uses Old Overholt. We use Rittenhouse)
1 oz Gran Gala
2 dashes Angostura bitters
Stir ingredients over ice. Strain into chilled cocktail glass. Flame the orange peel (we'll teach y'all how to do this in LA, BwB peeps), then drop into drink. Extend the Bird to Manhattan (poor fuckers), sit on yer brownstone stoop, and watch the goombahs drive by. (or, in our case, the MILFs with the double-strollers.)