Clinton Cocktail Hour
09 February 2008 5:50 pm by Taylor Marsh
Clinton Cocktail Hour
guest post by Riverdaughter
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Well, it's *almost* here. Why wait until Wednesday to eat chocolate? Actually,
I don't think there is a bad time to eat chocolate. It's like champagne. As
Madame Lily Bollinger once said:
I drink champagne when I'm happy and when I'm sad. Sometimes I drink it when
I'm alone. When I have company I consider it obligatory. I trifle with it
if I'm not hungry and drink it when I am. Otherwise I never touch it – unless
I'm thirsty.
Welcome to the Clinton Cocktail Hour. This is the party where we put down
our poison pens and pick up a glass to each other. Our party is rather swank
tonight. We've let our bartender Rico take the night off so he and Florence
can have a little fun. But we have a nice selection of champagnes and cavas.
Or, for something a little different, let me tell you about the flavors of
Mehndi, a restaurant in Morristown,
NJ with the most amazing bar, SM23.
The restaurant features Northern Indian food. Not too hot but more of the tandoori
style. The freshness and aromaticity of the food is married in the cocktails.
Each one of these finely crafted little beauties sparkles with unusual ingredients,
like chili, burnt lemon, fresh ginger root and green apple. Tonight's featured
drink is:
Pink Grapefruit and Rose Mojito
slapped mint leaves and pink grapefruit
muddled with rose syrup, then shaken with ten
cane rum and ruby red grapefruit juice – served
long over crushed ice
But you can order anything you like.
Tonight, the lights are turned down in our cocktail lounge. There are intimate
banquettes, shimmering cocktail glasses in amber candlelight
and the lush sounds
of Johnny Hartman and John Coltrane.
This one goes out to Hillary and her sax playing partner.
TM Says: Cocktail chatter in my world is all about Michigan and Florida, as well as just how badly caucuses suck. What are you talking about tonight? Oh, and just to add, the photo at the top is a take off on Manet's famous “Olympia,” one of my very favorite paintings, a copy of which I bought in Paris that hangs in my radio studio. This inaugural Clinton cocktail hour is graced with serendipity.
Oh, and please welcome Riverdaughter. I hope she'll come back often.
