RULE No. 27

No woman ever made history after ordering a Bahama Mama.

“Good friends, good booze, and a sleepy conscience: this is the ideal life.” –Mark Twain, Kind of.  For five days in late August, I had the opportunity to attend Camp Runamok and meet and mingle with 120 of the best bartenders from around the globe. Now when I say ‘best bartenders from around the globe,’ I truly mean these people were some of the best you can find in the field; we’re talking about seasoned industry professionals, masters of our craft, and genuinely talented people. The opportunity alone was enough to make my heart swell with appreciation, excitement, love, and … Continue reading

Around this time of the year, when the heat is relentless, and the humidity seemingly unbearable, I find myself returning to a cocktail that I hold dear to my heart. A truly refreshing and delicious drink that, for many reasons, is misunderstood by the masses—the Sour. I love all sours: gin sour, tequila sour, even a vodka sour on a miserably hot day. But today, I’m returning to the prize of them all: the Whiskey Sour. And not the kind, I shudder to think, made from that radioactive, unrefrigerated evil that many people found themselves drinking out of their parent’s … Continue reading

On August 2, 2007 the United State Senate gave the entire nation a very grand and beautiful gift: Bourbon Heritage Month. That’s right ladies, the whole month of September has been deemed an official observance in the United States that not only calls for, but encourages, the celebration of bourbon. America’s “Native Spirit” deserves to have it’s own month of dedication for many, many reasons;  it’s deep-rooted legacy, all of the heritage and tradition it holds, the amount of jobs the industry creates, not to mention all of the precious moments and long-lasting connections the spirit helps facilitate– the list … Continue reading

“The “julep,” you see, was medicine, pure and simple, and it always has been” –David Wondrich. I remember clearly the first Mint Julep I ever ordered. It wasn’t during the Kentucky Derby, though it was in the summertime, and it was, coincidentally, at the exact bar that I now work behind. I remember how much I hated the drink. Young and innocent, the drink I was expecting to be sweet, minty, and refreshing—sort of like a bourbon version of a daiquiri—was instead boozy, spicy, and lightly sweet. My virginal palate could hardly guzzle down the drink. Since then, whiskey and … Continue reading