Friday, 25 October 2013
Bitters: Fashion catches up with Nige and HM
Once again, it seems, the world scampers along in the trend-setting footsteps of this blog - not to mention those of HM the Queen. A characteristically encyclopaedic item on the BBC News website informs us that all the bright young things nowadays are turning their backs on the sweet stuff and knocking back the bitters. I was at it myself in Venice recently, enjoying many an Aperol spritz and Campari, but I've always been up for any bitters going, from Dubonnet to Suze and anything I can get my hands on that delivers that bitter medicinal hit. A few years ago, as the BBC News piece reminds us (to save you the effort, it's right near the bottom), the Queen's taste for Dubonnet seemed outlandish. Not now - it's bitters all round. Cheers! Mine's a Cynar with a Fernet chaser...
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Does Angostura count as bitters? I'm rather partial to a pink gin myself.
ReplyDeleteRochdale-born US celebrity mixologist Gary Regan is another who was prompted to make his own to replicate the orange bitters in some old cocktail recipes. Celebrity mixologist? high status indeed.
ReplyDeleteI was once dragged, kicking and screaming, well, it was 1966, up some stairs just off the seafront in Brighton, off seafront? the establishment was Rookies Club, a well known watering hole for the dissolute, forlorn and shabby chic. Mein madame was a fair copy of Hermione Gingold, pre-mortem, the drinks on offer consisted of Camapri and soda, pink gin or a grey market brand of whiskey, all at eye-watering prices.
Hermoine, as it transpired was a transvestite and an absolute hoot, the weather was typical summer Brighton, Rookies club a scene from Seance on a Wet Afternoon, ideal for a soaking in overpriced Campari, thoroughly enjoyable, I think.
So you're the inspiration for that Kinks song Lola Malty?
ReplyDeleteThe 'Gin & It', fabulous drink.
ReplyDeleteNever tried Fernet Branca as a chaser Nige, but first became hooked 40 years ago when I employed it, regularly to my shame, as a morning-after cure after a night-before of excess. The injection of neat 43% alcohol did the trick in about 30 minutes. When my drinking...er..eased up a little, I discovered that the drink that many friends had described as 'revolting' or 'vile' had wormed its way into my very vitals, and I would take a 'shot' simply for the pleasure of enjoying the acrid warmth of it. It was once described to me as 'Listerine without the sugar', but that was surely too severe?
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