Like a Drunken Log
Monday, March 5th, 2007
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Sure, it’s easy to walk ten blocks while you’re on the phone with your girlfriend, arguing about whether or not you’ve really had enough pizza for the night or if it’s okay to have some more - especially when you’ve been at the mercy of two bar masters all night.
My evening started with some of my liquor purveyors over a 40-piece bucket of hot wings at Hooters.
Skipping ahead four hours, I ended up alone at the Bellagio, trying to locate a certain Mr. Darren West. What I ended up finding was not just Darren, but Sean Bigley, a whole beehive of cachaca reps, and some of the finest cocktails I’ve ever had the pleasure of enjoying.
The bartender at the Petrassian made me the most well-balanced Negroni I’ve ever had the pleasure of trying, with Beefeater gin, Cinzano vermouth and, of course, Campari. I was a man on a mission, though, so I booked over to the Fontana bar and met Sean Bigley and Darren West.
Sean started me off with a Daiquiri made with Pyrat rum, a perfect blend of semisweet, butterscotch-y golden-hued rum set against a backdrop of fresh lime and a touch of sugar.
I then moved on to an Aviation, made with Junipero gin and sweetened just a touch with some of their housemade sour mix. The touch of sweetness brought out new depth to the maraschino liqueur that I hadn’t tried yet. Note to self: must try a dash of simple when I get home.
Next up was a taste of this and a splash of that, and much discussion of liquors and cocktails, until I finally excused myself from any further embarrassment and stumbled back to the Tropicana - where I laid my weary head on a very welcome pillow.
05 Mar 2007 at 3:24 pm 1. jimmy
Sounds fun!