First up, the Seelbach: whiskey, orange curacao, Peychaud bitters and champagne in a goblet. Despite the girly goblet, it was a stiff, manly drink. A little harsh to begin with, but (wonder why?) it grew on us.
Next, a Ward Eight: whiskey, grenadine, lemon and orange drink, created in 1898 in honour of Boston politician Martin M Lomasney. Friend had this, we tasted, and it was great – sweet but also stiff. Served in a glorious tea cup. Friend chose well.
Then the Volstead: gin, sherry, ruby port, orange and sugar. Again, friend’s choice – served in a paper-bagged bottle – and, again, a good one. Nice and tart but with a sweet kick.
Finally, the Encantador (the Bacardi drink): rum, cherry eau-de-vie, Aperol, lemon juice and sugar. Verdict – not sure how far this one will go in the competition. It had a hint of mouthwash with a twist of Tunes throat lozenge. Awesome presentation, though, in a dainty teacup.
The taste of the drinks was less important than the experience, tbh though. A fantastic idea in a glorious setting with lovely staff and constant refills of olives, macadamia nuts and caramelized almonds. The only downside? There were hardly any people there, and even fewer drinking the Prohibition cocktails. After all the effort they’d put in! So sad. Next year, if they really do a push on telling people about it (instead of just popping it on Facebook and Twitter), it could be fantastic. They could turn it into a fancy dress bash! Amazing.
Here’s to the 93rd anniversary.