Holy Cross is now enabling students to drink on campus by extending the hours of the school's own pub to 2 a.m. Students under 21 are now welcome in the pub,and wear a special wristband to prove theyre not drinking.
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What sort of mixed beverage could serve as a metaphor for the current state of the union?
"Oregon pinot noir and Four Loko, about one part of the former and four of the latter."
Today is National Punch Day. Bostonist isn't sure why or by whose decree, but we're told that it'll be properly observed at Green Street in Central Square, Cambridge. The Punch Party starts at 9 pm this evening, with $4 glasses of punch containing Bols Genever.
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]
Five of Boston's ascendent bartenders shook, stirred, muddled, ignited, danced, and sang their cocktails.
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."
Ever heard the toast, “Drink to your health”? Always seemed a little backwards, didn’t it? Health isn’t the first thing you think of before you take a big swill of beer. Well good news: beer is officially good for you! Or so say several scientific studies.
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."
According to a new list created by Men's Health, Boston is officially the least drunk city in America, blasting the stereotype of the drunken Masshole into oblivion. Drunkenness statistics were compiled based on liver disease death rates, alcohol-related car accidents, DUI arrests and penalties, and binge drinking frequency. NYC accompanies us in the 10 least drunk cities, so perhaps public transportation lowered our DUI stats and overall rankings. Car-bound California and Texas each took three of the ten most drunk spots, with Fresno, Riverside, and Bakersfield imbibing for Cali and Austin, San Antonio, and Lubbock doing the Lone Star state not so proud. [USA Today via Hidden Boston]
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.
- Rachel Maddow and Bostonist have a thing in common: “I go to Drink and I drink.” [Herald]
- The FDA is cracking down on caffeinated booze. Bostonist does not mourn the demise of Sparks, but we hope the feds keep their hands off our Cuba libres and coffee flips. [Brookston Beer Bulletin]
- Some bar called Lord Hobo opened. [Bostonist]
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.
Gin distiller Desmond Payne is responsible for Beefeater and its fancy new offspring Beefeater 24. How told us how tea got in his gin, confesses a love of the Negroni, and makes us want "Monday Gin."
The first time this Bostonist saw Joe Sent Me it was winter. It looked like just another bar from the outside, pubby and cave-like in the winter snow. At the time we were worried about being cold and were doing much of our drinking inside our own house to avoid having to interact too heavily with outside’s frigid temperatures and piles of snow. However, a couple of weeks ago Joe Sent Me located on Main Street in Waltham got another look. Always on the lookout for any restaurant with outdoor seating to take advantage of the brief months of lovely Boston weather, we noticed a chalk board outside of Joe Sent Me proclaiming in bright red letters Patio Open. Immediately intrigued we vowed to try it before the climate turned south again. Well, we did just that last week with a friend for a late lunch.
Legal Sea Foods, the Boston-based chain restaurant, never gets much love in the snobby circles of Boston's food cognoscenti, so this might come as terrible news to them. Patrick Sullivan, the mastermind behind the B-Side Lounge and one of the prime movers behind Boston's classic cocktail revival, has been hired to oversee Legal's cocktail menu. He's starting at the new Legal Harborside, but we hope that his cocktail menu will filter down to Legal's Test Kitchen, our favorite guilty pleasure during the inevitable flight delays at Logan Airport. [Grub Street]
At the dawn of mixology, genever wasn’t just “Holland gin,” un-dried and un-Londoned, but simply “gin.” Its resurgence is, thus, a boon to the cocktail history nerd, the moustache-rocking bartender, and the lay drinker who enjoys the fruits of the former’s labors.
"And I'm proooud to be a Red Sox fan, where at least I know people will cheer me on for doing something absolutely foul..." Sung to the tune of "Proud to Be an American." You might have to run that last part together a little bit. Sock-drinking is optional. [via Red Sox Monster]
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."