(I should mention there is much overlap. Make of that what you will)
- Negroni: Few things compare to this aperitif, to say it "cleanses the palate" is being evasive about how amazingly bitter this is. This is the drink I scare people with, but it usually elicits the "Oh! Oooooooh." reaction in the instant converts. Perhaps too easy to drink more than one.
- Ginger Ale and Rye: Can you tell I live in the South? Only Blenheim Extra-Hot will do these days. Maybe with a dash of bitters or a slice of lime if I'm feeling the need to bling it out.
- Old Fashioned: This is what I get from learning to drink at the hands of relatives. Well, this one and the next one. It's not just a drink, it's a process, and like heroin, the ritual and result reinforce each other. As soon as I get out the muddler, my mouth starts to water. I'm not all up for lots of stirring, or even club soda, so mine turn out pretty strong. Darn.
- Manhattan: It's the cousin to the one before, sort of. And I take this one on the rocks in the summer, and straight up in the winter. The sweet vermouth lends a sneaky side to the bourbon that really does make it seem like you could drink this all night. You can't.
- Scotch: Will Ferrel said it best: "I love scotch. Scotchy, scotch, scotch." badger and I can argue till we're blue in the face of Highlands and Lowlands and Islay and Speyside and even Japan, but the truth is I love a good single malt of any provenance. I had to stop right in the middle of typing this to get a belt of Lagavulin. No lie. I'll even drink blends, because I won't put soda in a single malt.
- Gin and Tonic: An amazing drink, and now I have Morgenthaler to blame for giving me another soft drink habit, because now I have to try three different tonics (and perhaps two ginger ales), because I hate the overly sweet crap in the store.
- Ginger Ale: I really don't need to try the ginger ales, though, because I am the bitch of Blenheim Extra-Hot. The heat is stupendous, and makes drinking several kind of unwise. I've been building up a tolerance, though. Goes great solo.
- Stout: I'll drink a Murphy's, or a Duck Rabbit, or a Mackeson's, but damn I love a Guinness. Few things beat a good stout (at least in the winter).
- Red Wine: Do I even need to justify this? I don't use terms like "legs" or "terroir" or any of that nonsense. I try not to dissect something into "notes" (although too much strawberry makes me want to barf). About the only metric I apply to red wine is "Do I have enough bottles of stuff I like for tonight?"
- Margarita: Some folks call this a chick drink. Those people have never been in jail. While I like straight tequila (not the cheap stuff, you chintzy bastard), there's a lot to be said for a good margarita. One that's not too sweet, or made with frozen fluff, or mixed with strawberries or some other nonsense (again, barf warning). About the only deviation I'll tolerate is Li Hing Mui powder instead of salt, because it's awesome.
There you go. I'm not "tagging" anyone either. I'm off to get more scotch. You do what you like.