Last year I had an amazing cocktail at a restaurant whose name escapes me now. It might have been in Brooklyn. Or Manhattan. All I remembered is that it was one of those places that served amazing, pitch-perfect cocktails.
I ordered one called The Bee’s Knees without knowing the ingredients except gin. I took a sip and immediately asked the bartender what was in it.
“Gin, lemon juice, and honey,” he replied.
And?
“No, that’s it.”
I was excited to have another gin cocktail to add to the repertoire, without needing to stock up on harder-to-find ingredients. Read the full article →
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