A Glass of Class: Basilicola

Basilicola

Half a lowball of cola
1 oz lime juice (about a shot and a half)
Basil leaves
A few shot glasses full of vodka (how many depends on how many drinks you’re making)

Leave the basil in the vodka shots, muddling it a bit to release the flavors. Leave it to sit for 30-45 minutes, then strain the basil out. Mix everything in the lowball. Garnish with a leaf of basil and/or a lime wedge.

Calvin’s apartment is a fantastic cyclone of random, unneeded shit from other people and places; it’s an amalgam of every college apartment you saw on The WB in 1997. He says he spent the summer acquiring odds and ends while he worked up here in the Ith. One thing stands out, to me at least: the lone basil plant growing in the windowsill. Nobody knows where it came from, it just sits overlooking Collegetown in mystery (that doesn’t stop us from making king’s cup rules that involve eating basil leaves as punishment, though…) Anyway, the notion of making something with the basil has been on our minds since the year began, and one Friday, we finally had a breakthrough with the Basilicola. It’s almost serendipitous, too; we had the idea to strain vodka through the basil, but ended up absentmindedly leaving the shot glasses on the counter for some time. Think of this drink as citrus pucker on a budget. Lime juice is cheap, generic cola is cheaper, and…well, no, the basil was only free for us, but you understand.

–C and L

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A Glass of Class: Introductions and Rasputin’s Fury

Hello, beverage-clubbers and connoisseurs! We are Calvin (mixologist/engineer) and Lucio (bar chef/writer,) sending you guys and girls our (somewhat) weekly drink experiments and personal recipes. So, welcome to the first installment of “A Glass of Class!”

Rasputin’s Fury

2 shots frangelico

2 shots Stoli vanilla vodka

half a highball of cola

Shake the alcohol with ice, then strain into highball until it is 3/4 full. Serves about 6.

The two of us discovered Rasputin’s Fury during a trip to the Center for Jewish Living’s after-shabbat bar night some time ago. The bartender was a member of one of the off-campus improv groups; we were trying to network with him, and when he offered to make us a special drink, we figured this was a big in. He wove a tale of Rasputin, the infamous Russian advisor to the Czar who supposedly cheated Death so many times, he makes Jackie Chan look like the bubble boy. To top it off, he claims that this was the drink that gave old Raz the power to survive. And here we were, drinking that same ambrosia of the gods. I was tentative at first, but being a fan of Stoli and having grown up on espresso-frangelico, I decided to go for it. Calvin had no such doubts, but then, his stomach is made of iron, so he had nothing to worry about. The drink was as smooth as silk, and tasted like some mystical get-you-drunk chocolate. To this day, we attribute that night to the kindling of our desire to experiment with our drinks to accompolish what “Rasputin” had: make a fantastic drink to call our own. As always, stay thirsty, ladies and gents.

–C and L