It’s been a minute!,but Skimkim has returned. Welcome back. -Setty Mac-
Many many years ago, about 3, there was a bar in the throes of Chinatown or Little Italy, depending on your age, ethnicity, current neighborhood, and bitterness. Now, some realtors would call it “Nolita”. I was the lucky barmaid who manned the small dive called Palais Royale. It was our “Cheers”. I really did know everyone’s name and everyone knew everyone else’s name. The neighborhood would convene here for any and every reason: meeting up spot before the Jump Off; secret lair for cheaters; shoulder to cry on after said cheating; warming sip after cold walk from work…and the list goes on.
Often my family, as I came to call my guests, would request I make them some dreamy concoction. This recipe was one of them. I still hear whining about how much they love them or hate them, obviously because they had too many of them. For the Samhattan
The “Samhattan” was dubbed such bc it was my version of a Manhattan, a bourbon “martini” with sweet vermouth, bitters, and a maraschino cherry. I warn you, be careful with theseâ€“they are extremely potent. Once, Chris, an amazingly accomplished drinker, downed 3 over the course of an evening and was self-banished to the duct-taped toilet. We had to carry her outside with water to get her a cab home. She shook her head in disbelief a few days later, wondering how the hell it ever happened. And then she pointed to me. Yes, I must say, I concocted the devilish spirit who put her quick to sleep.
Last week, I finally had the opportunity to partake in this phenomenon known as the Samhattan at Kat’s Birthday Party. I was out BAD for an entire day. My friend, Mena, bless her heart, brought me kimchee and a xanax while I lay facedown on my bathroom floor with a cold towel on my forehead/back of the head/pulsating eyeballs/neck. I, of course, could not eat the kimchee.
We had a blast though at Miss Kat’s soiree. We surprised her with warm welcomes, smiling faces, and vegetarian vittles. Kat drank Samhattans all night too and she and I exchanged “Ow” all day over texts.
If you decide to make these lovely spring drinks, they will do the job. You will be having brunch with your lady friend the next afternoon. If you don’t mind that. I usually tried to leave before these questions of continuing desire came into play. To all ye mens who had brunch with me, lucky summuvabitches. DOWNLOAD RECIPE HERE