My taste in booze has gradually developed since my college days, when my tastes ran to the sweet and sparkling. Bartles & Jaymes wine coolers were a mainstay, and I remember the summer I discovered Boone’s Farm. What a bargain! $2.99 for an entire bottle of syrupy alcoholic goodness! My tastebuds curl (if tastebuds could curl) when I recall my initial boozy explorations.
As I matured, so too did my taste in booze. I eventually migrated towards the cocktail. These concoctions of various spirits, liqueurs, tinctures, amari, bitters, cordials, elixirs, et cetera, fascinate me. I learned the difference between a mixed drink and a cocktail – a cocktail consists of spirits, sugar, water, and bitters – and my journey began.
One evening I approached the bar, glanced over the cocktail list, racked my brain, and came up empty. Nothing appealed. And so I found myself choosing just… booze. No elixirs, tinctures, or syrups. Since I like a nice Hendrick’s and tonic, I started there, with a Hendrick’s gin martini.
Apparently I had choices! Olive/twist of lemon; dry/not dry/slightly dry; dirty/not dirty (clean?); up/on the rocks. Since I didn’t know how completely dry a dry martini would be, I went with slightly dry, with a twist of lemon, clean, up. A took a tentative sip. And another. Man, was it good! Quite tasty. So now, the Hendrick’s martini is my go-to. My next task is to find the best in town. So far, Lot 10 is ahead, with the Regent Lounge at the Statler Hotel a close second. Stay tuned for more on my explorations in martinis.
