by Nora Smith
my editor reminds me to
leave space open in case
someone else important
dies today
Here’s the latest from Liquid Carriage. Dive into all the libations that carry us along, with sips of visual appeal, culture, color, vibrancy, intoxication, and of course, taste.
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Percolate, pour over, aero press, quadruple extract. When it comes down to it, I don’t discriminate. Long as it’s hot, black, pure. Oh, and hold the lid, please. I don’t get the concept of drinking through things. Drink it straight, open-faced. Fuck a cap.
It’s the best martini you’ll ever drink. Or is it? Technically it’s a spin-off: The Better Call Saul of martinis. E.B. White called the classic martini “the elixir of quietude.” Sounds like a snooze fest. I’m calling this varietal “the elixir of attitude.”
Officially listed by the IBA, the Naked & Famous cocktail strikes a precise harmony. A perfect mélange of old and new, retro and modern. Equal parts Mezcal, Yellow Chartreuse, Aperol, and Lime Juice, the innovation that pays respect to the Last Word cocktail, but isn't afraid to add a bit of flare, a bit of fun.
I love me some Goze-y Pozy Sour Ale from a nondescript oversized shack in Bushwick. Craft beer is good. That's the bottom line. But so is cheap beer. Another bottom line.
