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Tonight at the Franklin Southie, you're invited to show your support for the Nineteenth Amendment (and your implicit disdain for the Eighteenth) with delicious & affordable cocktails featuring Bols Genever and St-Germain elderflower liqueur. Never mind that prohibition and women's suffrage went hand-in-hand: Ladies United For The Preservation of Endangered Cocktails is doing their best to make up for that. [Facebook]
- Tipsy Cocktail Stirrers combine four garnishes into one very long garnish. You might see it as an all-purpose solution, but Bostonist sees it as a challenge: can we outdo this thing with some sort of garnish turducken? Lemogerkolinionento, a pimento-stuffed onion crammed in an olive, jammed into a gerkin, ensconed by a lemon peel. It wouldn't go with much, so you'd have to just cover it with some nondescript vodka and call it the Lemongerkolinionentotini. [The Kitchn]
Holla from New Orleans in the midst of Tales of the Cocktail spirits festival! Just to mix things up (no pun intended, I swear), here's some food pr0n to offset all that liquidishness. Let's fling the baby into the swimming pool and let the kurobuta BLT at Cochon Butcher do the honors.
A ferocious first day of seminars, tastings and a cow bell or two. It's a three-hundred-ring circus in New Orleans for Tales of the Cocktail. fueled by a near-comprehensive diet of adrenaline, camaraderie and whichever delightful rum punch is within earshot. Plus, the Boston crew? Unstoppable.
In a torrid haze of summer heat, po' boys up to here and true exhilaration of a spirits industry reunion, Tales of the Cocktail is officially in full swing.
I must grapple with the formidable truth. In less than 48 hours, I will be bleary-eyed and strapped into a plane, heading straight into the luscious maw of New Orleans' gincredible cocktail orgy--otherwise known as Tales of the Cocktail. An international frenzy of bartenders, mixologists, historians, authors, chefs, brand ambassadors and those who find vintage punchbowls absolutely irresistible will descend upon the French Quarter for the 8th year in a row, with vests and ice bags and painstakingly perfected homemade bitters. As ToTC spins it, "Each year offers a spirited series of dinners, demos, tastings, competitions, seminars, book signings, tours and parties all perfectly paired with some of the best cocktails ever made."
- Sean Harrington, a 17-year old from Arlington, is fighting to bring the Pledge of Allegiance back to the town's classrooms. [MassLive.com]
- Eric Tucker runs that spectacular Boston Pops Fourth of July fireworks display we will all enjoy Sunday night. [WBZ]
- Police are prepared to, well, police the behavior of citizens celebrating this weekend. Any drinking, bonfires or private fireworks displays will be scrutinized. [Patriot Ledger]
Somerville's Downtown Wine & Spirits wants to encourage their customers' exhibitionist tendencies, and sell brown paper bags containing a variety of liquors in tiny bottles.
Beer is good for you. Soft drinks will kill you. We've been saying this all along, but now it's been translated into British: "Topflight boffins have discovered that the swilling of pop is a fantastically unhealthy thing to do." So, "quaff a tankard of ale instead."
Carl Sutton and his formidable moustache are in town to help you taste the freshest vermouth you can get without chamomile-infusing it yourself.
Rachel Maddow on political cocktails, and Josey Packard on the Rachel Maddow Show.
“And remember, martinis do not contain vodka.”
Holiday libations and gifts for your favorite drunkards.
There is bar so secret that we found out about it through its Facebook page.
When life gives you beer cartons, make beer carton libraries.
Bostonist had heard all sorts of things blamed for the shortage of this cocktail staple: bottling mishaps, distribution issues, politics, and, shaking a fist in the direction of Brooklyn, the recent fad of formulating beverages that contain whole ounces of bitters per serving.
The Archdiocese of Boston urges Catholics to hold off on the consecrated wine, lest they catch transubstantiated swine flu.
We were already wary of the suffix -tini, and now it's been combined with Twitter.
Have you ever mistaken a sommelier for a pro wrestler?
-- Boston Police arrested an 18-year old East Boston man on Friday after he kicked and punched officers during a disturbance at his grandparents' house. The grandparents told police their grandson was destroying their house because they were making him go to work and he didn’t want to. He was locked in his room and was aggressive towards the officers once he opened his door. His fists were clinched and he said "I’m not going anywhere." He was charged with assault and battery on a police officer and resisting arrest. [BPDNews.com]
Last night, the mixologists at Drink (348 Congress St., in Fort Point) composed an ode to the late Michael Jackson in the form of a punch. Lemon Hart 151, Batavia arrack, Coke (they didn't have Pepsi on hand, John Gertsen told us), lime, and sugar* were combined and set on fire to make the Jackson 5. The name of the beverage played on the etymology of the word "punch," allegedly the half-English bastard of the Hindi word for "five."
Only 348 bottles of The Last Drop's 1960 Blended Scotch Whisky were imported to the United States, and Bostonist recently had the pleasure of tasting a few stray drops. The "1960" refers to the youngest of the whiskies in an extremely (and deliberately) rare bottling that James Espey described as "pre-bling, non-bling."
A hundred of North America's finest bartenders spent a weekend on top of a mountain with all the 'gnac-based liqueur they could drink, and Misty has lived to tell the tale.
The bartenders at Drink, in South Boston, are friendly enough that they have indulged, on several occasions, Bostonist and our entourage when we posed a series of "garnish challenges," wholly unreasonable demands to match a cocktail to something outlandish or much less classy than their usual Luxardo cherries or Cynar ice cubes. Circus Peanuts or beef jerky, for example.


























