Thursday, January 17, 2013

sidecars are for bitches.

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It used to five o'clock. so what did i do?  i hunched over in my living room chair and drank booze sweetie, a pint of shanty booze. round here i keep it two parts snazzy, one part ghetto, which coincidentally (no, its not a coincidence, i just wrote that way on purpose) is the way you throw together this bevy.  so, lets talk sidecars. the origin is unclear but its got to do with London and Paris in 1922 so i'm game in either case.  what do we need?

1. bourbon
2. cointreau
3. lemon juice






you know what i love? pretension!  seriously, i do, and what is more pretentious than debating the origins of a vintage cocktail?  nothing.  so lets have at it. the sidecar has two schools of thought, the french and the English (my two favorite kinds).  the french get down with equal parts bourbon, Cointreau and lemon juice where as the English rock two parts bourbon to one part Cointreau and lemon juice.  i see London, i see France  lets get someone out of their underpants? boring.  anyway, here is a gratuitous picture of the players just in case you couldn't make it though.  As a mixologist, (see i told you i loved pretension), i threw in four shots of bourbon, two shots of cointreau, and full shot of lemon juice.  cheerio, im english!  did my daily beret fool you?  gotcha.  idiot.  whats that an amazing reveal?  anyway, that will yield two drinks. two words: double fist.








sidecars are
for
bitches

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