I was reading (for the second time) A Classic Novel by F. Scott Fitzgerald, "This Side of Paradise." The protagonist, Amory Blaine, on one of his benders went into a bar and ordered a Bronx. Of course having the inquiring mind that I do I had to find out if this was a real cocktail and if it were how to make one.
I really should have not been surprised considering the time period of this novel that this cocktail contained Gin. I have to say I was really surprised how good this was and I will be making them again. For the Gin I chose Hayman's Old Tom Gin as it is a little sweeter.
1 1/2 ounces gin
1/4 ounce dry vermouth
1/4 ounce sweet vermouth
3/4 ounce orange juice
Orange slice, to garnish
Shake the gin, dry vermouth, sweet vermouth and orange juice in a cocktail shaker with ice.
Strain the contents of the shaker into a chilled martini glass.
Garnish with the orange slice and serve.
Ode to Drinking Whiskey
If I could have one then I would be fine
Two would suffice and I would stay in line
Three always makes me feel grand
Four makes it a little hard to stand
Five and I really feel alive
Six and I really start to thrive
Seven is where things start to blur
Eight and I start to slur
Nine drinks and I always say I will abstain
Ten I fall asleep and dream of starting over again
I was sitting here @MySideOfTheBar drinking Bourbon and listening to the 70's station.
Boston - More than a Feeling Fleetwood Mac - Say that you Love Me Charlie Daniels - The Devil Went Down to Georgia
As I was getting my grove on I realized that this station to the kids of today is as much of an oldies station as the 50's and 60's stations I listened to as a kid. So my question is, "When the hell did I get old?"
I know that 50 is far in my tail lights and 60 is the second off ramp ahead, but still. I am beginning to remember why I drink.
Speaking of remembering, it seems the older I get the more I forget. Now this does not mean my memory is going it is just that the older I get the more there is to remember.