I looked up expecting something – I'm not sure what. A talk about not blowing all my money, being respectful to elders, never to worry about calling him or my mother if there was a problem or I was in trouble – any of those. Dad was a singular father, and aside from knowing that he called things as he saw it and did administer punishment as needed, and was always fair and to be relied on (my mother was the same way), I never could be sure what he might say. There was a time, for example, when he told my brother and me that the Mayflower (ship that brought the pilgrims to Plymouth rock in 1620) was made of bricks. But that is another story and will be told another time.
But he threw me a curve ball this time. "You are going to college, and if you're like every other college kid in the
you are going to try drinking. So this
is my advice..." United States
It was good advice, and I am giving it it's own paragraph:
If you are going to drink, don't drink sweet, sticky drinks like Singapore Slings or Pina Coladas, Mai Tais, or other such things where you don't know what is in them. Drink Scotch on the Rocks, or Gin and Tonic, or an Old Fashioned. The best thing to do is mix it yourself if you're at a party, then you know what's in it. And if you don't know the people around you, get your own drink, or stand there and watch as they're mixing it. Or drink beer. You'll get sick before you get drunk.
I paid attention to that advice – it is very good advice, and while I did enjoy fuzzy navels, I noticed that they packed a wallop out of proportion to their ingredients. And it was hard to remember what was in them. My mixed drink of choice became the Old Fashioned. I can nurse one of them for an entire evening, augmenting it with a glass of seltzer.
For those who don't remember them – they're making a comeback – they consist of:
A sugar cube with a dash of bitters muddled with lemon zest in the bottom of an Old Fashioned (what else?) glass. You fill the glass with cracked ice, pour a (smaller) jigger of Bourbon or
over, stir, and then add cold water to fill the glass the rest of the way. You can add a maraschino cherry, if you want
and a slice of orange. Some people add a
small spoonful of cherry juice. It
depends what you want. I do put the
orange slice in. It helps to stave off
Did I say they were coming back into fashion? They are, which means that for a while there, they were out of fashion, with servers not knowing what on earth I was ordering. I remember one time – it was at Downey's in Philadelphia - that I ordered an Old Fashioned. The table had pina coladas, beer, wine and Long Island Iced tea (why on earth would you pay a lot of money for a drink that 'tastes exactly like iced tea', and levels you like a bulldozer?).
The server stared at me. "And old fashioned WHAT?" she demanded.
The attitude had come out of left field. I lifted my eyebrows. "It's a mixed drink," I said.
"I've never heard of it!"
"Just ask your bartender to mix me an Old Fashioned."
"Yeah. Right." She left. She returned five minutes later, the pleasantness of her demeanor having improved somewhat. "The bartender wants to know if you want your cherry muddled..."
It was a good one.
I was visiting family over Thanksgiving, and my mother said, "I wonder if you would make me an Old Fashioned... Your father used to. I remember you did, too."
Well, I mixed one. Two, actually – one for me and one for her. And we lifted our glasses to Dad.
Thanks for the advice, Dad. And the recipe.