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2007-11-01 17:44:00.305823+00 by Dan Lyke 2 comments

Reading the comments to Michael Bauer's ramble about double digit cocktail prices, I ran across this line describing the size of drinks at one establishment:

...a glasss you can really wrap your liver around..

comments in ascending chronological order (reverse):

#Comment Re: made: 2007-11-02 12:55:41.268575+00 by: other_todd

I belong to the Bond school of cocktails: "I only ever have one before dinner, but I like it to be very large and very strong and very well made." I like a cocktail to have a minimum of three ounces of alcohol in it, or I can't tell that I've had a cocktail (and since I usually have only the one, I like to be able to tell).

If I'm paying double-digits for a cocktail (which, by the way, has been the norm in most places I go in NYC for years now; SF is behind the curve), I do expect to be able to feel it. Fortunately, this is a pretty low bar (pardon the pun); even poorly-mixed cocktails tend to run large these days (the theory seems to be that if you can't have quality, you can have quantity).

The place to go if you are a serious cocktail bargain hunter is Vegas, where a few years ago I found a nine-dollar Martini which, in my professional judgement, contained 4+ ounces of booze. Yeesh. I could just about feel my face again a few hours later. I would also like to note, as a related news story, that casino floors are absolutely hilarious when you're stonkered - as long as you don't gamble, which I didn't.

#Comment Re: made: 2007-11-02 14:02:53.396062+00 by: Dan Lyke

I couldn't be sure, because it's been a few years since I (mostly) stopped drinking, and almost completely stopped drinking out, but I thought Bauer was a little behind. But then I've also noticed that drink quality is almost entirely divorced from price, the best Manhattan I've ever had was down at the Odeon, where the bartender went all out on getting it right, complete with the orange peel wipe, the worst was some desultory splash of the minimal three ingredients and some froufy bar in the SF financial district.

It is, however, good to have confirmation that that's the way to make Vegas entertaining...

So if the floor is hilarious, how about the hammer and rubber chicken game upstairs in Circus Circus, especially when the drunk frat boys stop worrying about hitting the goal and just start going for distance?