“The Marjie is your honeycomb,” Angel said to me the other day. What does this mean? Well, let’s get into it. When I started at Rustic, a cocktail named The Marjorita. often pronounced in a myriad of different way by guests, was on the menu. Yeah, the proverbial spicy margarita. Look above, a few of…

And they’re not even that good. I mean, they’re ok, but not something I would ask to accompany my death row last meal. I think that would be a margarita to go alongside my non authentic tacos, the ones I ate growing up that really had not much to do with Mexican culture at all.…

I thought about this cocktail all day yesterday. I had a version of it at Thunderbolt when I was over there on the eve of my birthday. It was described then as “Tart Cherry Thunderbolt: Overproof Jamaican & Guyanese Rums, Tart Cherries, Adapted from Charles H. Baker’s Around the World with jigger, Beaker and Flask.”…

Yes, I know this one was reported last week as Dreaming of Lee. That was the prototype and this is the finale. I put a double bock on the menu and no one is drinking it. Here’s my passive aggressive take on that–I guess no one likes good beer. The shit is fantastic. There’s a…

This one’s still in the realm of R&D but came out pretty good last night. Angel and I were trying to figure out how to use the pastry’s chefs dregs, this makrut lime sherbet that is just a little too powerfully aromatic and floral. It’s not the first time makrut has shown up in our…

Angel was obsessed with getting this puppy out last night. Pretty cool to see. There’s this thing, at least I went through it before as a budding chef and in the past as a young bar manager, where you have the blinders on and put something on the menu at the 25th hour. These days…

This’ll be a quick one. Lot’s going on this morning…Haircut…An office trip to the valley because some knucklehead in my building bounced his rent check…General mayhem but nothing crazy. I’m growing more accustomed to the craziness that goes on here in the morning while I’m trying to write. A couple fo hours after I posted…

There’s a slew of cocktail names that stay off the menu due to their licentious, aggressive, or possibly offensive nature. Yes, “Sharing is Karen,” “Mansplain,” and “Daddy Issues,” will never see print. Despite all of it, when these names and others occur in whatever twisted part of my brain conjures them, I still attempt to…

I love a bad conspiracy theory. The crazier the better. Maybe it’s my penchant for science fiction, maybe it’s that I just love to hear something so outrageously stupid, or just plain outlandish, that it gives me a warm fuzzy feeling that I’m not the only crazy one out here on this floating mudball hurtling…

This one here is something Angel worked on for a spell. He wanted sapote, I got him sapote. What to do with it once you’ve got it is another story. It’s a shame, but you have to throw the skins away…You can eat them, but there’s something in them that makes you quite sleepy…A mild…

Yes, in case you’re wondering, it’s named after the Ween song of the same name. If you know nothing about Ween, I’m sad for you. They’re one of the great indi rock bands of the 90s. Two brothers, Dean and Gene Ween, from upstate New York, started it all…But no…I’ve come to learn, they were…

This cocktail started out almost entirely with scrap/larder ingredients from the booze closet. Some aji infused tequila, kumquat liqueur, and this really odd tequila we soaked in the leftovers from making kumquat shrub. The kumquat stuff still provided that odd numbing quality akin to grapefruit oil and was amped up a bit by the sichuan…