I want to sing a little song for the cocktails menu at the Alembic bar on Haight Street.
The back story: While I have been to this bar a number of times, my friend Sarah and I were celebrating her 31st birthday on this particular occasion. We ate: pork belly BLT sliders, a salad with grilled Monterey squid, and I can't remember the third dish because the first two were so amazing.
More importantly, we drank:
(descriptions are directly from the bar's site)
Cocktail #1
Strawberry Alarm Clock: This psychedelic jam is the perfect way to wake up anytime of day. Sweet vermouth and strawberry puree all twisted up with stranahan’s grand mesa malt whiskey and spiked with little shot of tabasco, topped off with a tiny dose of parsley and peppermint oil. Turn on, tune in. Good sense be damned.
Cocktail #2:
The Clover Cocktail: One of our favorite pre-prohibition cocktails, this number harkens back to a time when the distinguished gentlemen of Philadelphia would gather at the Bellevuestratford Hotel and raise glasses of (what else?) pink frothy cocktails. We pluck some raspberries from our garden, whip up a little syrup, drop it in some gin, add a splash of lemon juice and some egg white and shake the hell out of it. Seasonal and timeless. Oh, yeah, and pink!
Now, these are not slam, bam, thank you ma'am cocktails.
Me: Wow, I can't believe I'm only a little buzzed.
Sarah: Yeah, if you get drunk, that's your fault not theirs.
True dat.
Besides that, the writing is superb. Each blurb tells a story behind the drink, whether that's how it's made or who drank it first. Yeah, drink, drank, drunk. Whatever.
Highly recommended: the Alembic bar cocktail menu for fantastic reading. You do anything else, that's your own fault.
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