The Old Fashioned

by Logan Miller

Well folks this is it, my last recipe — and it only seems fitting that it’s one I learned while living in Hangzhou.

While this recipe is a good one, for the best Old Fashioned, I would recommend going to Joy Bar, 5 Hai Guan Lu. The Old Fashioned truly is, in the words of The Balance and Columbian, what a cocktail should be: “Cock-tail is a stimulating liquor, composed of spirits of any kind, sugar, water and bitters.” In my opinion, if the right balance of ingredients is used, this cocktail cannot be beat. Here’s the best that I have been able to come up with.

Ingredients:
Bourbon
Sugar Cube
Bitters
Soda Water
Orange Peel

1. First, place a sugar cube on a napkin which is laid-over the mouth of your Old Fashioned glass (any short, fat glass is fine).
2. Next, drench the sugar cube with bitters until the cube has turned brown.
3. Now flip the napkin over, placing the cube in your glass.
4. Add enough soda water to be even with the height of the cube, and then “muddle” it until it has completely dissolved.
5. Now if you are really prepared, you will have one fat ice cube ready; but if not, add ice to your liking, and stir the glass to help chill it.
6. Next add 75ml Bourbon of your choice – Four Roses does it for me.
7. Give the mixture another good stir to blend everything together and rub an orange peel along the glass to offer the hint of citrus – it should linger and be present every time you take a sip.
8. Finally, sit back and enjoy, because when you start with an Old Fashioned it’s going to be a good night.

A few tips:
- By squeezing the orange peel over the glass it can add additional hints of citrus.
- As always, the cocktail should be made to your liking, so feel free to experiment.

Stay thirsty, friends. It’s been a hell of a ride.

Old-Fashioned

Warnings in November 2014

I always wonder how people make their money. It’s easy to see that the dude on the street collecting empty water bottles has to collect around thirty bottles just to make enough money to buy a decent bag of fangbianmian. Because, to eat anything cheaper than a bag of three kuai Kang Shifu would mean you’re really poor.

But what about his rent? Does that guy still live with his parents, and if so where do they get their money from? How about that dude who doesn’t have a full-time job, yet is having a second child? Hell, the dude I’m thinking of doesn’t even have a steady part-time job. And then there’s the fly who is in the bar every night, spending what seems like tons of cash. He doesn’t answer his phone till one o’clock at the earliest. Does he have some sort of clandestine job with some government, or what?

There was once a man who was supervising a group of workers zhuanxiu-ing (because: there’s no way to translate that word) an apartment I used to live in. He said he would never be able to pay back the personal loan he once took out to start a factory that went belly-up. No matter how much money he made, he would always be in debt, according to him anyway.

There’s another youngish guy who washes his Panamera right next to our office at least four times a week during the daytime. Did that guy make a good bet on some kind of business? And if so, why isn’t he spending more time working on that, rather than spending all of his time watching other people take a sponge to his car?

There’s another person I know, who was broke many times in his life, yet seems to live the high life, and rarely puts in twenty hours a week. I know for sure that he doesn’t have some kind of trust fund or inheritance. Why does he get to fly first class, and eat caviar, when another friend I have is busier than a one-legged monkey in a banana kicking competition making barely enough to buy the peanuts for breakfast? Then I’ve got the secretive friends, you know, the ones who keep their jobs hidden. They just disappear for months at a time, and when they return, they always have big smiles on their faces, and pay for sushi at Hatsune. What do they have some sort of consulting business in Indonesia or something? What exactly are they building over there anyway? Do some people have the Midas touch, and some the opposite? 

It’s strange that we meet so many people from so many different countries, and backgrounds, with different “jobs.” I mean, really now, how does that one mate from Sweden really make enough money to support his family shipping flash-frozen asparagus? Or how does that “old” man from Texas pull in enough dough trucking fresh shrimp?

Try them one day, and you might find out.

by Tim Hoerle

The Zombie

by Logan Miller

It’s everyones favorite month to have an excuse for dressing up as crazy as possible thanks Halloween happening. With carved out pumpkins, spooky decorations and some not so subtle costumes all over the place you know this month is meant to just be down right strange. Maybe you will do something you wish you could forget and want to drink the memory away, well luckily for you I have a cocktail that will turn you straight into a zombie and help you not remember a thing. Just don’t blame me for anything stupid you end up doing, thus needing another night of The Zombie….*dun dun dun!*

Ingredients:
White Rum
Gold Rum
Dark Rum
Spiced Rum
151 Rum  
Apricot Brandy  
Pineapple Juice  
Angostura Bitters
Grenadine
Lime Wheel  
Brown Sugar

1. Add equal parts, 20ml is sufficient, of all the liquor minus the 151 in a cocktail shaker.
2. Next add three drops of Bitters.
3. Follow this up with 90ml of Pineapple Juice.
4. Now add 15ml Grenadine along with ice.
5. Shake for 30 seconds or until the shaker has frosted over and strain over a very tall glass with ice.
6. Not quite finished yet, add brown sugar on top of the lime wheel which you will then place over the lip of the glass and ice.
7. Finally, layer 151 Rum over the lime and set on fire for affect and you are ready to drink.
A few tips:
1) Please blow the fire out before drinking, it might hurt yea?
2) If you think the drink isn’t strong enough make a second one and tell me how you feel.
3) Have a safe and happy Halloween, as with anything be smart and drink water in between drinks.

DOM zombie