But so do those of you who claim they were enchanted by the whimsy of a working carousel and pricey drinks. Since my name is rarely mentioned in the same sentence as Faulkner, Williams, Hemmingway, Welty, and Capote, I knew I had to spend some time at the revolving bar. For the good of my career.
I don’t spend a lot of time in bars, spinning or otherwise, so once I eliminate anything with tequila or absinthe, I generally order drinks according to how they’re garnished. Anything in a coconut shell with a flower is great. Extra points if the shell is carved into a face. One umbrella is good, two are even better. A metallic fountain cocktail pick spearing a bunch of fruit is right up there. The Carousel Bar has none of these, but they did have cool swizzle sticks. They also have incredibly complex drinks that I’d never heard of before. After much studying of the menu and embarrassing my hubby, who came along (and insists on ordering drinks with tequila and/or absinthe), I ordered a Jazzeraco, which was Barsol Pisco, Gran Classico, simple syrup, fresh orange, and Aztec Chocolate Bitters.
The embarrassing part was when I Googled Barsol Pisco on my phone while sitting at the bar. It’s a brandy from Peru. Hubby ordered a Corpse Reviver #2. That one has Tanqueray Gin, Cointreau, Lillet Blanc, Absinthe, and fresh lemon juice. They tasted very jazzy and, er, reviving.
The next night, I ordered a Eudora’s Purple Hat in honor of Eudora Welty. People watched as the bartender began running around the middle section of the carousel to find the ingredients which are: Ketel One Citroen, fresh lemon juice, Crème de Violet, Black Raspberry Liqueur, simple syrup, and egg white. Yes, the white of an egg. “The lemon juice cooks it,” says the bartender. I’ll pretend I believe that. I think it was the sound of the egg cracking that brought all conversation to a halt. Except for us.
“What is he doing with that?” hubby asks. “Putting it in my drink. It’ll make a froth.” Another egg cracks. “Two of them?” he asks me. “No. That’s going in your drink.” Hubby has ordered (with a straight face) a London Fairy consisting of Bombay Sapphire, Lucid Absinthe, fresh lime juice, pineapple juice, egg white, and simple syrup. “I’m not supposed to have egg in my drink,” he insists. I point out the egg white in the drink description. “But I didn’t know it was going to come from an egg!”
It was actually good and did not taste like raw egg white; however, the drinks blew our dinner budget, so it was lucky that there was some protein in them.
What’s the most exotic drink–alcoholic or non–you’ve ever ordered? If you checked the Carousel’s menu, what drink would you have chosen?