Dog of Christmas and White Cosmopolitan

We are open on Christmas eve from 4pm-midnight. If you want to mix up some holiday spirits at home to numb your nerves to the chaotic family antics, spike your eggnog, Felicia-style. Or try my friend Tony's White Christmas Cosmopolitan, as pretty as it is yummy:


White Christmas Cosmopolitan

1.5 ounces vodka
1/2 ounce triple sec or Cointreau
1/2 ounce sweetened lime juice - Don't use Rose's - our recipe is here.
1 ounce white cranberry juice
fresh cranberries

Shake all liquid ingredients with ice. Strain into a martini glass. Garnish with a few floating cranberries.

(Christmas card brought to you by Eesah the Lounge dog and Amelia's precious black Sharpie).

Mixology Monday: Like That? You'll Love This!

This month's Mixology Monday is brought to you by eGullet, an online forum where people chat about culinary stuff. The theme, "Like That? You'll Love This!" sounds kind of like a game show: You could win this dishwasher, or you could win (dramatic reveal by blonde model) A BRAND NEW CAR!

I don't have a recipe for you. I'm sitting in my underwear in front of the blazing fire, drinking cheap red wine, and waiting for the lake effect snowstorm that seems to be arriving fashionably late this evening.

However, Leah, also drinking cheap red wine though more tastefully clad in a fluffy white bathrobe, would like to offer her two cents:

"You want a Midori sour? Try this shot of Bookers bourbon!"

During our particularly hair-raising psycho-busy bartending shifts this summer, doing shots of Bookers became a trend for the bartenders on duty (specifically, the Friday Happy Hour staff, but I'm not naming names), almost a game, to see who could throw it back fast and keep a normal expression as it set their mouth-throat-stomach-loins on fire. I must admit, a little Bookers certainly takes the edge off a rough shift.

A feat which a Midori sour cannot claim.

The statement, "Like Midori sours? Then you'll love a shot of Bookers!" is probably a lie, and is bound to be followed by cries and laments of angry mobs of villagers wielding torches and demanding the surrender of the monster.

Bring it on. Just give me a second to do a shot of Bookers first.