Famously, no matter how beguiling a living goddess like Angelina Jolie might appear, there are a score of chaps (and quite a few ladies, from what we understand) who are tired of putting up with her shit. Nothing lasts forever; not love, freshly squeezed lemon juice – or passion.
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Islay is a place of romance, of deafening silence, biting winds and of course…all things whisky. As part of the inner Hebrides it clings to the waist of Scotland and clambers for notoriety as a destination spot.
I feel sorry for the vodka companies. In the last few years there has been a serious backlash against what was until recently the world’s most distilled spirit (apparently that kudos now goes to Korean shochu). Whatever. It’s besides the point I’m trying to make. The return of the classic cocktail over the last decade has been the catalyst for this anti-vodka movement; at least in the highest temples of mixology.
Not long ago, while sailing on the electric Interweb, a wee notice caught my eye. Among the many other internet advertisments promising to enlarge (or reduce) parts of my body I myself consider to be perfectly formed and correctly proportioned, this one was about a spirits competition.
Bali is truly one of the most exciting and beautiful places on earth with something for everyone (as long as you can handle the heat and humidity of course!).
Like wine, the category of cider can often fall into two main areas; mass produced high volume products or smaller, handcrafted more artisanal operations.
Recently, myself and Gee from Barsolutions were flown to Beirut to create the drinks for the Intercontinental Phoenicia’s new cocktail bar Amethyste.
I’m certainly not old enough to have this piece come across as a “back in my day, we had it so tough” gospel speech. And I try never to be cynical about our industry and remain positive about where it’s heading.
Tapping away at the keyboard keys right now I can see the moustache tattooed on the inside of my pointer finger, a blatant reminder of queer ride this has been. A lame fuck up at points, I had worried may end in ridicule, shame and self-loathing.
People always ask me what are the best bars in the country and to be honest I find it one of the hardest questions to answer. A good bar, or a bar that you want to go to is mostly about personal taste and what might rock my boat could be completely distasteful to someone else.
Australian history is awash with rum – that characterful sugarcane spirit the golden hue of good, fertile Aussie soil. And if you distill the history of Bundaberg Rum and you’ll find a heady mix of traditional Aussie values.
Don’t think for one minute that we are telling you what to drink this summer. If you like sitting out in the sun clawing through a pint of Guinness on a balmy 35 degree day or cool down after tennis by knocking the tops of a few high a/v Belgium monsters then not a problem, go ahead – ill catch you later with a pint of cider and a bag of crisps.