No seventy virgins at the end of the Irish ride.Wonder how it compares to a Afghan Car Bomb. :naughty:
Had an odd one tonight. Went out, ordered a Manhattan. The waiter couldn't pronounce it right or repeat the name right, not due to any language barrier, I think because he was a bit dim. Apparently the bartender was at a loss as well. I got back what I later sorta figured out was an Old Fashioned. Muddled orange, large ice ball, more sweet than the vermouth kick in a Manhattan. Not a left-field drink, the Manhattan. Should be one of the staples for bartenders. Oh well. Time to make one here at home with my new fancier vermouth:
1 part Jack Rye
1.5 parts Makers
1 part Vermouth
liberal splashed of both whiskey barrel bitters and orange bitters (Fee brothers)
Shaken over ice like it owed you money, decanted into a martini glass.