Rebecca Orchant suggests you don’t be an ingrate this Father’s Day, and put a cocktail in dad’s hand.
By Rebecca Orchant
Your dad does not want another tie. Please, don’t get him any more golf clubs or Malcolm Gladwell books either. Give the man the kind of cocktail he deserves. One that puts hair on your chest and pep in your step. And while you’re at it, give your mother one too!
I wish I could say my Sidekick or I invented this recipe. To be honest, I cannot seem to figure out the origin of this cocktail. It does, however, seem to be making the rounds of quiet, dark, moody little cocktail lounges all over New York City. The quiet, dark, moody little cocktail lounge where we were introduced to this drink is called Dram – a delight in a sea of overpriced, over-styled, overblown meat markets. It exists on the same block in Williamsburg as Pies n’ Thighs, the best chicken biscuit this side of the Mason-Dixon.
At Dram, my Sidekick ordered a bartender’s choice with Rye, spirit-forward, as he is wont to do. The lovely, capable, tattooed girl behind the bar brought him Archibald’s Last Memory. It was so delicious and so unlike anything we’re currently drinking that my wonderful, obsessive Sidekick purchased each ingredient and went to work re-creating it.
- 2 oz. Rye Whiskey
- ½ oz. Luxardo Fernet
- ½ oz. Benedictine
- 1 barspoon Maraschino
- Crack a few ice cubes and put them in your mixing glass.
- Add rye, Fernet, Benedictine and Maraschino.
- Stir to combine and chill.
- Strain into a cold glass and get a little drunk.
Rebecca Orchant is a New Mexican ex-pat living in Brooklyn. She likes onions and pickles more than most people, stops in every diner that crosses her path and has been known to indulge in a cocktail or two. You can find more vinegar, whiskey and butter-soaked tales on her blog, Chronicles of a Stomach Grumble.