Booze thread.......What's you favorite drink?

[snoseek]

I rarely drink liquor but when I do I like bloody marys. Vodka tonic is a close second.

[jaja111]

Everyday Scotch - Johnny red label

Special occassion (or especially bad day) Scotch - Laphroaig 18y.o.

Light before dinner in the sun - 1/2oz Johnny Walker, 1.5oz Pimms No.1, and the rest of the pint glass with ginger ale (REAL ginger ale, not Canada Dry garbage) + lime wedge squeezed in. No idea what to call it or if it had a name to begin with. I leave it at "high octane Pimm's cup".
(Anyone else out there like Pimm's? My wife had it at a restaurant once and commanded me to buy her some. The bottle was dusty to say the least, but its 50 proof liqueur was fine. I gotta admit, I like it albeit too weak for my tastes.)

Afternoon in the sun - Wegman's Rasberry Lemonade + Cheap Vodka + lime.

[ctenidae]

Pimms is a great forgotten ingredient. Campari is another one.

[Trekchick]

As of late, I've enjoyed real margarita's, tequila, Cointreau, and lime juice. As you can imagine, I can only drink one, but its oooooh so nice when I'm drinking it.

Over the weekend, we spent time with friends in a hot tub and I was exposed to Whiff n Poofs, which are 2 pt Port, 1pt Canadian Club Whiskey. That is really nice and almost lethal.

[Nick]

Ugh on the campari. Had it in Venice (Italy) when I was there 2 summers ago. Not my drink at all.

Yeah if you are going to make a margarita take the time and do it right. Even better step up from the Cointreau to the Grand Marnier

Had a few mimosa's with the in-laws over the weekend for mothers' day brunch. Other than that this weekend was fairly alcohol free

[snowmonster]

I've always been a gin man. Tanqueray and Tonic has been my stand-by for years. It's straightforward, classic and perfect for summer (Speaking of summer, the Goombay Smash-Pina Colada-Dark and Stormy trifecta at the Beachcomber is a very good way to spend a Cape summer's day. Goes great with oysters and clams.). My other stand-by is Martini. I once did the legendary three Martini lunch. How anybody can be productive after that is beyond me. I've gone through Tanqueray and Bombay Sapphire but, I think, the perfect Martini is made with Hendrick's. Make mine a Hendrick's Martini with a lemon twist and, with apologies to James Bond, stirred not shaken. Having read Hemingway growing up, I'm working my way towards his Montgomery -- 15 parts gin to one part vermouth. I don't think my gullet can take the searing though.

When I started earning a decent wage, I got into single malt scotches. They're the drink of choice on the ski hill and for sharing with the ski gods. I have this ritual of pouring a few drops of scotch on the ground at the conclusion of a backcountry tour to thank the spirits for sharing their powder with me and getting me back to my car. My flask currently has a Glenmorangie 12 year old in it. AZers are free to share!

Lately, I've been exploring the cocktail scene around Boston and have been spending too much time at Drink. Citrusy-whisky drinks are in my heavy rotation now -- Whiskey Sour, Whiskey Smash, The Prosecutor, Ward 8, etc. I've rediscovered an old classic too, The Stinger -- brandy and creme de menthe. Perfect for long train rides and activities that require you to be silent with an accompanying look of intensity like the theater or the symphony.

I love beers too and am partial to IPAs but there's a thread around here on that so I'll skip that discussion.

In closing, a few words on Campari and growing up:

Campari is an acquired taste. I used to hate it as a kid but, as I grew older and my palate became more sophisticated, I really liked it. Campari and soda is perfect as a pre-dinner cocktail on a warm summer evening to "open up the palate," as my father would put it.

Campari and soda was the drink my father used to introduce me to the world of alcoholic spirits when I was 12 (you read that right). I'm a foreigner and we have a different attitude towards drinking (and mind you, I'm not European where drinking wine is part of the overall culture). He figured that me and my brothers would hit the bottle someday so we better learn from him rather than from a bunch of kids in the back of a pick-up truck. Anyway, one evening, he took us to a tone-y cocktail lounge, ordered me a Campari and soda and gave me a few rules on drinking: drink for the taste and not to get drunk; eat a moderate amount of food as you drank; nurse your drink; and, most importantly, never ever, under any circumstances, appear drunk in public. A gentleman always holds his liquor.

My dad's lessons served me well. As I went on to college and met other young people, I never did understood the whole "keg stands and drink until you pass out" culture. I'm a firm believer that attitudes towards drinking, sex and other adult behavior are best passed on from fathers to sons (or parents to children to use the more inclusive term).

As one of the boards at Drink put it:

"Dedicated to those merry souls who make drinking a pleasure; who achieve contentedness long before capacity; and who, whenever they drink, prove able to carry it, enjoy it and remain ladies and gentlemen."

Alright, ladies and gentlemen, enjoy your drinks!

[snowmonster]

(Anyone else out there like Pimm's? My wife had it at a restaurant once and commanded me to buy her some. The bottle was dusty to say the least, but its 50 proof liqueur was fine. I gotta admit, I like it albeit too weak for my tastes.)

Pimms is a great forgotten ingredient.

Best memory involving a Pimm's Cup: Sitting in the stands at Hong Kong stadium watching the Rugby Sevens drinking Pimm's Cup from a plastic pitcher while surrounded by assorted citizens from around the Commonwealth in different states of undress and inebriation. Then, the New Zealand team stands in front of us and does an impromptu haka. I need to add a Pimm's Cup to my standard summer repertoire.

As pointed out by a bartender, the Pimm's No.1 label contains an improbable factoid. A knowledge of history is helpful.

[snoseek]

I've always been a gin man. Tanqueray and Tonic has been my stand-by for years. It's straightforward, classic and perfect for summer (Speaking of summer, the Goombay Smash-Pina Colada-Dark and Stormy trifecta at the Beachcomber is a very good way to spend a Cape summer's day. Goes great with oysters and clams.). My other stand-by is Martini. I once did the legendary three Martini lunch. How anybody can be productive after that is beyond me. I've gone through Tanqueray and Bombay Sapphire but, I think, the perfect Martini is made with Hendrick's. Make mine a Hendrick's Martini with a lemon twist and, with apologies to James Bond, stirred not shaken. Having read Hemingway growing up, I'm working my way towards his Montgomery -- 15 parts gin to one part vermouth. I don't think my gullet can take the searing though.

When I started earning a decent wage, I got into single malt scotches. They're the drink of choice on the ski hill and for sharing with the ski gods. I have this ritual of pouring a few drops of scotch on the ground at the conclusion of a backcountry tour to thank the spirits for sharing their powder with me and getting me back to my car. My flask currently has a Glenmorangie 12 year old in it. AZers are free to share!

Lately, I've been exploring the cocktail scene around Boston and have been spending too much time at Drink. Citrusy-whisky drinks are in my heavy rotation now -- Whiskey Sour, Whiskey Smash, The Prosecutor, Ward 8, etc. I've rediscovered an old classic too, The Stinger -- brandy and creme de menthe. Perfect for long train rides and activities that require you to be silent with an accompanying look of intensity like the theater or the symphony.

I love beers too and am partial to IPAs but there's a thread around here on that so I'll skip that discussion.

In closing, a few words on Campari and growing up:

Campari is an acquired taste. I used to hate it as a kid but, as I grew older and my palate became more sophisticated, I really liked it. Campari and soda is perfect as a pre-dinner cocktail on a warm summer evening to "open up the palate," as my father would put it.

Campari and soda was the drink my father used to introduce me to the world of alcoholic spirits when I was 12 (you read that right). I'm a foreigner and we have a different attitude towards drinking (and mind you, I'm not European where drinking wine is part of the overall culture). He figured that me and my brothers would hit the bottle someday so we better learn from him rather than from a bunch of kids in the back of a pick-up truck. Anyway, one evening, he took us to a tone-y cocktail lounge, ordered me a Campari and soda and gave me a few rules on drinking: drink for the taste and not to get drunk; eat a moderate amount of food as you drank; nurse your drink; and, most importantly, never ever, under any circumstances, appear drunk in public. A gentleman always holds his liquor.

My dad's lessons served me well. As I went on to college and met other young people, I never did understood the whole "keg stands and drink until you pass out" culture. I'm a firm believer that attitudes towards drinking, sex and other adult behavior are best passed on from fathers to sons (or parents to children to use the more inclusive term).

As one of the boards at Drink put it:

"Dedicated to those merry souls who make drinking a pleasure; who achieve contentedness long before capacity; and who, whenever they drink, prove able to carry it, enjoy it and remain ladies and gentlemen."

Alright, ladies and gentlemen, enjoy your drinks!

So I'm guessing that time I fell asleep drunk in the parking lot at Bailey's was probably what your dad told you NOT to do

What in gods name was I drinking that night?

[snowmonster]

So I'm guessing that time I fell asleep drunk in the parking lot at Bailey's was probably what your dad told you NOT to do

What in gods name was I drinking that night?

My dad's rules were all meant to be broken. We were heavily sauced on beer that night. We crushed some cans in the driveway if I remember right.

[snoseek]

I recall skiing bell to bell the next day with a short bar break...