Tuesday, May 8, 2018

May 8: Manhattan

He would give me the garnish, a maraschino cherry soaked in bourbon bitters sweet vermouth. “Manhattans taste like childhood,” I say smiling, knowing full well how disconcerting those words are. I can’t knock back Manhattans so they are perfect for me when I’m out with those I must drink with but cannot get drunk with.
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4 comments:

  1. Indigo BuntingMay 15, 2018 at 1:42 PM

    I can, in fact, knock back Manhattans. But I can knock back martinis. The real ones.

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  2. MaliMay 15, 2018 at 4:54 PM

    I like the shock value of your childhood comment.

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  3. CedarwaxwingMay 18, 2018 at 12:04 PM

    I remember getting the garnishes from my dad's or uncle's or grandfather's drinks. I agree that they taste like childhood.

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  4. SusanMay 19, 2018 at 12:59 PM

    I don't think I've ever had a Manhattan. But I remember my dad making them when they had friends over, so perhaps I can say they smell like childhood.

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