A Little Old Fashioned
I’m a vodka drinker. Everyone knows this. I don’t really cotton to brown liquor, but a recent bout with an upper respiratory infection has had me drinking so much Jack Daniel’s and Crown Royal, I fear I’ve been converted.
Wow. I just realized how country that sounded. “Cotton to.” If you’re even a little bit country you know what that means.
Anyway, I recently visited one of my favorite restaurants, Bonefish Grill, fully prepared to order my favorite vodka martini…but when I spied a drink called, Smoked Old Fashioned on the menu, I was more than a little intrigued.
Smoked, you say? Interesting.
I thought it would just be bourbon with a smoky flavor. Maybe they were gonna toss in a dash of liquid smoke. What do I know? Bourbon isn’t really my thing and I only drink brown liquor when I’m sick. Traditionally, I’m a vodka drinker, remember?
In hindsight, I should have taken video instead of pictures but I was so delighted, yet stunned, by the presentation of this drink, I totally flaked.
Check this out…the drink came in a slanted glass with a brandy glass on top.
“OK, this is cute,” I thought. “This is different.”
I took the brandy glass off and smoke started billowing out of the drink.
A delicious smelling oak that made me wish I was drinking that old fashioned in front of a roaring fire wearing fancy pajamas.
The waiter warned me the drink was strong and I guess it would have been considered strong to someone who hadn’t been drinking hot toddies every night for the past week.
That drink was smoother than my edges after a fresh loc re-twist.
It was smoother than my husband when he sweet talks me into rubbing his feet with no reciprocity.
That drink was so smooth, I took a sip and John Coltrane’s rendition of My Favorite Things began softly playing in my mind. My heart was suddenly filled with poetry and my taste buds were screaming, “Yes, Ebony, YES! You’re the real MVP.”
…on the inside.
Have you ever tried to drink a cocktail really slow because you’re only drinking one and you want to make it last?
Yeah, that wasn’t me last night.
I didn’t gulp it down but I didn’t exactly take my time either.
I enjoyed it and I feel like it enjoyed me too.
Dear Vodka Martini, it’s not you…it’s me.
I’ve found a new bae.