It's been a long day - long week for that matter. I could really use a drink...
So what drink do I reach for at the end of one of those days? For me, it needs to be something with a little kick - preferably something that will help me take that edge off from the day on my way to bed. But if that was the only criteria I'd hit myself in the mind with a shot of Everclear and fall asleep on the couch (not as glamorous as it sounds).
No, this drink can't just be the high-proof hottie at the prom - it needs to have a little European exchange student to it as well... you know, something a bit more interesting. Hmm... I can hear the ladies out there already.
Wow - so we've established that The Ace is still the emotional equivalent of a high schooler. Great... Is there a cocktail recipe coming any time soon?
So the point of that vague lead-in is that on nights like tonight I really crave a strong cocktail with some pizzazz. It's the perfect night for one of my new favorite cocktails - yet another that I learned of from Jason Wilson's fine book Boozehound. Here goes:
From Boozehound by Jason Wilson (2010)
1 1/2 oz. bourbon (I used Weller Special Reserve tonight, but I'd recommend something like Four Roses or even a rye like Rittenhouse 100)
1 oz. sweet vermouth (Carpano D'Antica please)
1 oz. Campari (Or Gran Classico if you have it)
lemon peel for garnish
Place an up glass in the freezer to chill. Fill a mixing glass at least 1/2 full with ice. Add the bourbon, vermouth and the Campari or Gran Classico to the glass and stir vigorusly for 30 seconds until the drink is cold. Strain into the chilled up glass and garnish with the lemon peel twist and serve.
This is, simply put, a damned good drink. Mr. Wilson describes it as a Negroni - only better. You get the spicy flavor of the whiskey (at least you do if you don't use Weller bourbon) along with the bitter of the Campari or Gran Classico - offset with the reassuring sweetness of the vermouth. If the Manhattan grew up, stopped dating cheerleaders and married a girl from the big city then it would become a Boulevardier. Or me... Whatever. Good night.