The vermouth is in the fridge, the ice is big, and I have a dusty copy of The Gentleman’s Companion. Hello from a top-tier bartender in 2009. The bar was low then. I know it was low because I tripped over it.
But then just a month ago, in 2024, I had a guest with such dewy skin he practically glowed with youthful light. He looked at me and said, “Do you have a clarified milk punch?” A 2009 version of him, back when I was a “top-tier bartender,” would have told me he was allergic to gin. If a 22-year-old is inquiring about clarified milk punch, what can a celebrity bartender
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