Author’s note: I started this article in the fall of 2019, long before COVID was a thing. Luckily I was able to taste most every Sidecar in town before the shutdown. I don’t know when we’ll be able to visit some of the bars mentioned in this story, or whether any of them will even weather this storm. But the Sidecar will carry on, I’m sure, as it has since before Prohibition.
I step up onto a barstool, feel around for the hooks beneath the counter, and hang my bag. An array of colorful bottles, all different shapes and sizes, filled with tantalizing elixirs, tempts me. I ignore them. The bartender slides me a cocktail menu. I don’t need to look at it, though. I know exactly what I want. A Sidecar.
My fascination with Sidecars was born out of my Evelyn Waugh phase in 2007. I worked my way from Brideshead Revisited to Vile Bodies, which chronicles the lives of privileged twenty-somethings in London after the First World War. These bright young things, as they were known, were cheerfully destroying their lives with booze, drugs, fast cars, and gambling. One of the drinks these socialites sipped was the Sidecar. Intrigued, I looked it up, and thus began my mission to explore this historic cocktail.
The Sidecar is a deceptively simple drink. The Prohibition-era recipe allegedly called for equal parts brandy, Cointreau, and lemon juice. Most modern bartenders don’t make it this way, as this recipe is essentially undrinkable. Instead, they tweak the ratios to create a lovely, smooth, palatable beverage. At least, that’s what one strives for. Whether that’s what you get is another story entirely.
So, what should a Sidecar taste like? The dense, almost unctuous orange from the Cointreau marries well with the brandy base, and just a splash of lemon is needed to brighten things up. I found that people were a little too heavy-handed with the lemon, resulting in a rather cloying drink.
Sadly for my initial foray, I was sidetracked by a love interest at the time, and the grand mission fell by the wayside. It wasn’t until years later that I recalled my old friend, the Sidecar, when these two articles from Punch landed in my inbox. According to In Search of the Ultimate Sidecar and What Should a Sidecar Really Taste Like? , I am a Sidecar unicorn. Is this a badge of honor, or of shame? I prefer honor.
Inspired by these articles to reinvigorate the campaign, I set out to try all the Sidecars in Ithaca in order to identify the best one.
I approached this task semi-scientifically. I defined what I would accept as a reasonable rendition of a Sidecar: a cocktail served up, with a brandy base, Cointreau, and lemon juice. There is some controversy over whether it should have a sugared rim. I like the sugared rim myself, though apparently this is not true to the original. Josie at the Rook presented hers in a delightful half rim – a cascade of sugar draped over part of the glass. A delicious work of beauty. (Shown above.)
The Sidecar is not a long drink, and definitely, definitely, does not contain soda. Soda, I tell you. No. So: To be considered, the Sidecar needed to be served neat, in a martini glass, and composed of some combination of brandy, Cointreau, and lemon juice. At least one place did not have brandy and so used cognac, which is also acceptable according to the original recipe.
I drank some pretty vile Sidecars, and some pretty tasty ones. And after having drunk every Sidecar in downtown Ithaca, I can say that only one place makes one that I came back to time and time again: The Rook.
So, if you want a Sidecar that tastes like a Sidecar, the one at the Rook is a solid choice. Eminently sippable and delicious, you will enjoy this drink even though (or because) it is a relic of bygone times. Runners up: The Strand at the Hilton Canopy (Luke), and Nowhere Special (James).