2 shots U.V. vodka or Blue Curacao (the latter if you like sweeter drinks)
2 shots gin
1/2 a glass of cola
Mix it all together.
Even drunk Lucio can make delicious concotions, ladies and gents. At a recent friend-of-a-friend’s house party, I got my hands on some U.V. It was my first of many adventures i plan on having with that tangy, delicious liquor. Blueberry usually doesn’t agree with me, too, but for some reason, this stuff was just perfectly balanced between sweet and sour to keep the berry sugar from overtaking the taste. I had, in my hazy inebriation, the great idea to mix it in with some cola we had on the drinks table. Before I could taste it, though, somebody poured me a shot of gin. With rapier wit (just kidding,) I convinced my cohorts to let me just add the shot to my drink. I feared the worst, cringing at the thought of having wasted the drink. However, some magical chemistry shit had occurred in that sloshing Solo cup: the drink tasted fresh and tangy without taking on the usual sweetness-enhancing properties gin tends to have. Needless to say, the drink was immediately filed under “THINGS TO REMEMBER TOMORROW MORNING.”
A side note: I added to the recipe a possible substitute for UV with Blue Curacao, in case tang doesn’t sit well in your tastes; be warned, however, that I haven’t tested this mix, and it could be (and probably is) ridiculously sweet.
The Pumpkin King (The Nightmare Before Christmas Cocktail)
Ingredients: 2 oz Eristoff Black (mixed berry vodka)
1 oz Godiva Chocolate Raspberry vodka
Directions: Stir ingredients with ice and pour into a cocktail glass. Serve with a peppermint stick as a stir.
I found this recipe floating around the tumblrnet on a Halloween kick, and tried it early this weekend (with help from some far-less-poor-than-me friends from home.) The berry and chocolate flavors mix really well, and the peppermint stir brings the theme around perfectly. In addition to the drink, I point you to the site I found it: http://www.thedrunkenmoogle.com/. The site specializes in nerdy cocktails, which is right up my alley.
Half a lowball of cola
1 oz lime juice (about a shot and a half)
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.
One handful of cranberries (Fresh gives better taste, but frozen works in a pinch)
Three shots vodka
One or two mint leaves
One spoonful of sugar
A few chunks of pineapple
Blend everything until the drink has a liquid consistency, then strain it into a tall glass.
Fruity drinks always remind me of the summer: sun beating down on the shores of turquoise water lapping at some sand, as you watch tanned beauties sip a Cosmo with those little chunks of sweetness bobbing at the top. Since we’re on the heels of the season, though, they’ve all but gone out of style. Reminiscing about the days we’ve since passed by, the two of us decided to make a ‘last hurrah’ drink before Ithaca plunges us into thirty weeks of night again. What better way to do that than throw some fruit and ice into a blender and hope for the best? Yet, we want everyone to enjoy this, not just the ladies (which is the stereotype, or so I’ve been told.) To make it more unisex-friendly, this drink has a nice bite to it without being bitter. It provides a fresh tinge on the way down too, courtesy of the mint. Beware, though; it comes out of the blender very pulpy and gritty, so strain it well unless you don’t mind drinking seeds and leaves. In the end, enjoy this drink as a requiem to summertime, or as a celebration to inevitable future lethargy.
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!”
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.