Shake it up baby; there’s a cocktail revolution going on. New York, Los Angeles and especially the cradle of drinking, New Orleans, are stirring up some mind-bending potions. The Sazerac never went out of fashion in the Crescent City, but drinks like the 1930s Avation, a hair-of-the-dog Corpse Reviver and the newest concoction to hit town, the Creole Shrub, are initiating a generation of new Americans to a grand old American invention, the chic, the risque, the roaring, and louche cocktail.
A couple of months ago, I could have sworn that there was no discerning decocting going on in Lafayette. Sure, there were the standard dirty martinis, frozen daiquiris and cosmos pouring out of bars, but ho-hum, we’ve already drunk a river of them.
That’s when a woman walked into a bar: “What have you got that’ll knock me off this bar stool?”
Luke Tullos, then-manager at Pamplona, put on his best Cheshire Cat grin. “I’ve been working on this drink,” he said. I watched him muddle some lemons and limes, sweeten them with simple syrup, and then add an astonishing thing to his cocktail glass. A big sprig of basil. Basil’s for salads. Basil’s for tomato sandwiches. What’s basil doing in a cocktail? A splash of vodka, a little this ’n’ that, then Pamplona’s famous shake, vigorous and sexy, before Tullos poured the concoction into a glass and handed The Viceroy to me.
How do you describe a first kiss? It was like that — fresh, young, delicious and, of course, intoxicating. Were there great cocktails here before that liquid royalty disembarked from its passage to Lafayette? Perhaps. But in my cocktail chronicles, the Viceroy was the beginning of the epic bar hopping journey that is, alas, completed today.
The Robert Palmer /// Charley G’s
Like the catchy pop songs of the late British hit-maker it’s named for, this drink is simply irresistible. Simply irresistible. You don’t have to sneak Sally down the alley. Just take Duke’s Sweet Tea flavored Vodka, mix with fresh squeezed lemonade, pour over ice, and garnish with a sprig of fresh mint. This is the potent rock ’n’ roll brother of the Arnold Palmer, waiting for you at the 19th watering hole.
Puta Shot /// Bonnie Bell’s Bistro
Sometimes we like them short and sweet. Bonnie Gibson was getting ready to celebrate her waitress Isabel Pacheco’s 34th birthday. “She had the night off,” Gibson says. “I needed to create a drink in honor of her birthday and her marriage to a Spaniard.” Gibson muddled fresh fruit — a slice of orange and lemon, a maraschino cherry and simple (sugar) syrup. She shot Patron Blanco, with its citrus notes, into the shaker, and ole! “I guess it’s an appropriate name,” says Isabel, looking darkly at Gibson, “at times.”
Mint Julep /// Café Vermilionville
Light in a bar, imagine that. Café V’s cozy club room gets shafts of afternoon sun. Glowing through Kentucky bourbon, it’s like an American dream of pure nutrition, summer grown corn slung straight into alcohol. The café has an herb garden, and the fresh plantation mint that flavors this classic comes straight from the earth. I’ll be here, watching the Belmont, rooting for Calvin Borel and sipping sugar and mint flavored sour mash.
Franco 75 /// Marcello’s
The World War I flying aces loved champers. This cross between cognac, lemonade and champagne, or in the case of Gene Todaro’s Italian restaurant, proseco, is a bubbly classic. Champagne with a cognac kick evidently felt like being shelled with a French 75mm Howitzer artillery piece. Also called a ’75 Cocktail. Hence the name, French (or Franco, south of the Alps) 75.
Two-Way Mirror /// Mazen’s
Step one, gin trumps vodka. Step two, open the door to great flavored cognacs like orange-based Grand Marnier. Step three, total trust, add a shot of the fabulously ruby red and bittersweet Italian Campari. Shake and strain and drink this blushing pink perfection like a man.
Dry Martini /// Ruth’s Chris
Don’t mess with the best. Ruth’s Chris’ steaks cut like butter, and its martinis are a study in perfection. The paring of gin and vermouth came about some time in the second half of the 19th century, but the gin was something like Old Tom Gin, which contains sugar syrup, and the Italian vermouth was sweet. Add a dash of Angostura bitters and two dashes of maraschino liqueur and you’ve got the original 1890s Martinez cocktail. Ask for Gin and Italian.
It wasn’t until after Prohibition, when bathtub gin was replaced with beautifully distilled English gin and dry French vermouth became the complement of choice, that the dry martini became fashionable. Shaken, as Ian Fleming would have it.
Anything passes for a martini these days, but try the classic, with a great gin like Bombay Sapphire, enough dry vermouth to make it count, and an olive or a twist.
Yasho Mojito /// Masala
After the first mojito, there is no other. That’s what I thought when Raphael Garcia introduced me to the Cuban cocktail back when Café Habana City was nearly to Abbeville and happy hour lasted all Saturday afternoon. Since then mojitos have taken off in Lafayette, but Masala puts a terrific twist on the drink by adding a healthy dose of fresh blackberry puree. The lime, the mint, the silver rum, the sugar and soda take to fresh fruit like Hemingway to Habana.
Dontini /// Picante
I’d been looking for the perfect margarita all day, doing a Mexican mariachi from one bar to another, and peering into glasses filled with margarita mix. When did bartenders stop squeezing fresh juices and go to a bottled go-to? Picante has a star on the bar menu, a beauty of a drink made with Don Julio Reposado (aged tequila that tastes like chocolate) Cointreau and fresh squeezed lime. The shaker holds enough for two, making this not only one of the best drinks in town, but one of the best deals as well.
Caipirinha /// Pamplona
Don’t let the tongue twisting get in the way of ordering the national drink of Brazil. The caipirinha is made with muddled lemons and limes, sugar, and cachaça, a rough rum made from sugar cane (rather than molasses). It goes down so easy; you’ll be speaking Portuguese after a few of these.
Old-Fashioned /// Don’s Downtown
Cliff Andrus is the most famous curmudgeon in town, and without doubt the most notorious bartender. What keeps people coming back to the bar at Don’s is killer old-fashioneds in double glasses that turn into triples if you ask for them to go. There’s a lot of contention about what whiskey to use in an old-fashioned, rye or bourbon. Rye is the drier of the two. Cliff nails his drink with Maker’s Mark bourbon and stirs it with a swizzle stick, so the imbiber gets to control the sugar, a good thing. That sugar will get you drunk every time.
Lemon Basil Martini /// Marcello’s
This must be the year of basil in cocktails. Everybody’s favorite at Marcello’s muddles fresh lemons, basil leaves, sugar and vodka into a bright green drink that is dangerously delicious. Vodka is so last year. The way the drink was conceived and is served if you ask for it is with a cucumber-flavored gin called Hendrick’s. Brilliant.
Guava Margarita /// Guamas
When it’s hot enough to fry huevos on the sidewalk, the temperature is right for frozen drinks. Guamas blends up an exotic concoction of tequila and guava juice that makes you dream of tropical islands, sea breezes and palm huts. Oh, wait a minute, those palm fronds are swaying from the umbrellas on the wide sidewalk in front of Guamas, I’ll have another, and what was I saying?
Wasabi Bloody Mary /// Tsunami
The morning after. Last night you never thought it would. Fortunately, Tsunami has found a way to make me look forward to hangovers, just so I can justify one of these justifiably fantastic hair-of-the-dog cures. Its homemade Bloody Mary mix includes sushi bar staples like wasabi and soy sauce. Spicy, salty, only partially tamed by the lemon on the edge of the glass. You’ll feel better by lunchtime. And ready to jump right back off the wagon.
JUNE 17 If anyone ever wonders why Saints fans hate Atlanta with a capital H, here's a good indication. Radio "professionals" at an Atlanta station created an entire segment around making fun of former Saints player Steve Gleason, who is now paralyzed by ALS. Listen, nobody's ever accused DJs of being rocket scientists. But how could someone think it is amusing to pretend to ask a man with a degenerative, fatal disease if he will be alive next week? The DJs have been fired, and are now whining about how gutless their former bosses are. Wow.
JUNE 18 Here's the latest from the Advocate on the fatal hit-and-run accident allegedly involving the president of the Livingston Parish School Board. He's accused by police of hitting a 21-year-old man on a highway early Sunday and driving away. The man died at a hospital later. On Monday, police seized the president's truck and towed it away. But he's available for board meetings: apparently a $500 bond is sufficient for this type of thing over in St. Helena Parish.
JUNE 18 Former broadcast journalist Griffin Scott has posted this plea on his blog for financial assistance from his readers. Scott, who says he was fired after he wrote something fairly innocuous (for Facebook) on his wall, is suing a media giant for his job back. He's framed himself as David going after a bloated media giant, and he's probably not far off.
JUNE 18 Here's a fairly absurd column posted on DIG Magazine about the completely absurd practice of naming killer storms. Tornadoes don't have names. Blizzards don't have names. But hurricanes do, and there's a big process to bestow them, Jacques Cormery writes. He's right about the crazy assemblage of names -- this year, there's everything from Tanya to Humberto -- and his idea that we don't waste good names on killer storms is a good one.
JUNE 17 Political columnist John Maginnis has some advice for Louisiana Republicans: grow up. After the schism that occurred in this past session - fiscal hawks teaming up with Democrats to spank the Republican "majority" and hand Gov. Jindal his, er, aspirations for continued solon control -- they need to figure out how to get along with each other, Maginnis writes.
JUNE 17 Here's the Picayune's obit story for Dorothy 'Miss Dot' Domilise, the lady who made poboys at the uptown restaurant that bears her name. Miss Dot moved to New Orleans during World War II, where she met and married her husband Sam. When she passed away Friday she was 90, and had spent more than 60 of those years working at the restaurant on Annunciation Street.
JUNE 17 This editorial in the Advocate speaks in favor of the consent decrees that have federal judges overseeing police operations and the sheriff's parish prison in New Orleans. Mayor Landrieu and Sheriff Gusman can't get along, so outside forces, like the Inspector General and the judges, are needed to make sure things run right, the editorial opines.
JUNE 18 Here's a post from Manny Schewitz on Forward Progressives that is good for a chuckle. Manny had an epiphany back in November, and is sharing it with us today: he believes that Fox "News" is killing the GOP by pandering to right wing nuts. Now, don't get it twisted: Manny's not broke up about it. He says he enjoys watching the downward spiral with a shot of whiskey and "a schadenfreude chaser."
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