I shit you not, that’s how I do it. Does it look like I could frost a cake with it? Peachy, then I’m done mixing.
Autumn means hard cider, and (though I love cider) sometimes I find cider to be too sweet. That’s where a Snakebite is truly outstanding—the beer bitters up the cider as the cider sweetens up the beer, making the perfect combo.
In which we make a refreshing pear, vanilla and vodka concoction that signals Autumn while acknowledging the heat of September.
I am a person who thinks there should, on the whole, be more secret societies in this world. So. I’m not saying I’ve made a secret society just to have a secret punch recipe, but I’m not not saying that either.
I should really just buy all these and mix you drinks, right?
(or the Bee’s Knees? I’m choosing to go with the plural possessive because no one bee is responsible for the honey. Or we could call it the Beeses Kneeses.)
Limitting a tasting to one specific distillery is like reading something you like and then picking up every book the author ever wrote. Becoming familiar with one distillery’s whiskeys gives you the chance to talk about their body of work as a whole.
“Optional: grab a chive and tie it around its tiny penguin neck like a wee scarf.”
This is a guide for people who like to drink fancypants alcohol in the winter, but don’t actually like to put pants on. (So, probably all of you.)
This recipe fulfills my every fantasy of cordial: it’s fruity, sweet, looks pretty in a glass, and can get you drunk.
Barefoot Brunch — the kind of brunch where you don’t brunch out. You brunch in. The brunch was within you all along. Or at least, in your apartment. And you don’t have to wear shoes in your apartment.
Myself, I’ve had barrel-aged Negronis, Manhattans and Boulevardiers, but I’ve never made one until right now. My favorite of those I tasted is a Manhattan, so for my first foray into barrel-aging, that’s what we’re going to go with.
I tried to keep this pretty exclusively gay (though I did think about doing a “Larry,” which was just to get the saddest, plainest beer and drink it straight from the can while frowning).
See, swirl, sniff and sip!
It’s that time of year again. The time of year when we get a bunch of people at A-Camp to go in on a few bottles of whiskey and we all taste them together and talk about how great whiskey is. And, as with every tasting we do, we encourage you to follow along at home!
In which we stock a bar that is meant just for you and yours.
There is no drink simpler than a gin and tonic. Which means it’s the perfect opportunity to (easily) get a little fancy.
We present to you a V-Day drink that could be romantic, bro-mantic or no-mantic — either way, it’ll still be delicious.
I couldn’t find a drink called “The Power Suit” and I kind of want to invent that now?
What repeal am I talking about? The Repeal of the 18th Amendment, of course! The 18th Amendment was the harbinger of a very dark time in US history: Prohibition.