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Lessons From Tales of the Cocktail Vancouver: Ice

Cold took center stage at the BC cocktail conference.

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Jon Santer’s block of ice.

Ice—a subject I’ve written about before —was something of a theme at Tales Vancouver this year. At least half of Dave Arnold’s seminar was devoted to the subject.

The should-be-obvious-but-often-isn’t takeaway from that lesson: Don’t ever let anyone tell you that a certain shape/type of ice is colder than another, all bar ice is 0 degrees Celsius. An ice cube that melts slower is chilling less. I could try to summarize all the fascinating stuff Arnold explained about dilution in cocktails, but he does it himself so well: Read all about that here.

Later in the day, Charlotte Voisey (unfairly pretty and has an English accent) and Jon Santer led a second ice seminar. Voisey gave an engaging lecture detailing the history of commercial ice, and then Santer destroyed a big-ass block of it with a chainsaw.

But wait, you may be thinking, who cares?

Good question, and one I think that Santer addressed well when he recalled how he came to care about ice. He told us that back when he was a bartender in San Francisco, he and his colleagues wrung their hands over the fact that the drinks tasted better at craft cocktail bars in New York than they did on this coast. Why would that be, Santer remembered thinking, when the west coast has better spirits and much better produce than back east? He went on a reconnaissance trip to NYC’s top spots and there he discovered the answer. It came down to the care and attention they were putting in to their ice programs.

If you want good bar ice, it generally has to come to you by way of:

1. A Kold-Draft machine, an expensive device with an inverted evaporator system that produces cubes under pressure, locking out air and impurities.

2. A big-old block of commercial ice—purified, air removed, and agitated during the freezing process—delivered to a bar/restaurant and then broken down by way of a bartender with a chainsaw. (The ’tenders at Rob Roy and Mistralkitchen do that.)

Now that we’ve established the importance of good ice, the question is: How can you make the best possible ice at home, assuming you don’t have the space/time/funds to invest in a $200 block of it and break it down yourself? Firstly, if you’re going to serve cocktails, you want the freshest ice possible. Freeze it that day, if possible, in clean trays. Use filtered water. Boil it first. If you can freeze in a freezer that’s only used for ice, all the better. Santer suggested investing in a silicone tray. And if you want to freeze a big block and then chip the ice yourself into spheres or whatever, you might invest in a hotel pan. But that’s a whole other ball of…ice.

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Cocktail Science

Lessons From Tales of The Cocktail Vancouver: Rapid Infusions

Dave Arnold’s whipped cream-charger technique creates infused spirits in mere minutes.

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Don Lee demos Dave Arnold’s rapid-infusion technique.

Infusing spirits isn’t rocket science, but it does tend to require some time, right? Most recipes for home infusions direct you to leave your strawberry-flavored tequila or your basil-mint rum sitting around for at least a week.

Well.

Yesterday at Tales Vancouver, the first class I attended was called the Science of Cocktails, led by Dave Arnold with Don Lee. Dave Arnold is the director of culinary technology for the French Culinary Institute in New York. He’s got the whole mad scientist act down; he was hilarious and brilliant yesterday, leaping around the stage (at one point even falling off of it), talking a mile a minute about the rate of ice dilution and the advantages of prestirred cocktails and juices squeezed a la minute versus in a machine.

Arnold does a lot of amazing experiments in his lab, but most of them are off-limits to those of us who can’t afford a centrifuge or a rotary evaporator. However, towards the end of the class, Arnold and Lee showed us how to create near-instant infusions with an iSi whipped cream charger, which—if you’re a naughty kid—you probably remember as the “whippet thingy.” A lot of us food people have one at home, at the ready should we feel the urge to make amaretto-laced whipped cream.

But wouldn’t you so much rather use it to make chocolate nib-infused vodka? Or some such?

Here’s how Arnold—who first published his findings on his blog last August—explains the science:

“When you charge your whipper with nitrous oxide, high pressure forces liquid and nitrous oxide into the pores of your flavorful food (your seeds or herbs or what-have-you.) When you suddenly release the pressure inside the whipper, the nitrous forms bubbles and escapes from the food quickly, bringing flavor and liquid out with it.”

We tasted Arnold and Lee’s iSi-infused coffee vodka yesterday. They presented it in a cocktail with salt, simple syrup, and lemon peel. I got no bitter coffee flavor at all; Arnold says it is likely that bitter flavors takes longer to extract. For this reason he says cocoa nibs are a great ingredient for rapid infusions too. You get all the chocolate flavors and none of the bitter.

If you’re going to try this at home (I am going to try this at home), be sure to read through Arnold’s post for ratios and important step-by-step instructions, both crucial to infusing successfully.

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Museum of the American Cocktail: A Brief (and Sometimes Blurry) Tour

A Seattleite is one of the founders of this trippy New Orleans museum. Come check it out.

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This is wax Jerry Thomas, who greets you at the entrance to the museum. JT—or “the professor” as he is often called—was the bartender who popularized cocktails in America. Note his outfit, if you will. He is why bartenders dress like that.

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This is wax Jerry Thomas, who greets you at the entrance to the museum. JT—or “the professor” as he is often called—was the bartender who popularized cocktails in America. Note his outfit, if you will. He is why bartenders dress like that.

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Swizzle Sticks!

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In the front left of this frame you see a book called The Complete Distiller. It’s by a guy called Ambrose Cooper, and in the second half of the 18th century, it was the bible for New England distillers. It even has a recipe for absinthe, or “wormwood water.” Mmmm, wormwood water!

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This drink is called a crusta—a name only slightly more appetizing than wormwood water. Jerry Thomas’s Bartender’s Guide includes instructions for making a crusta. First you make the cocktail, of course, then you “take a fancy red wine-glass, rub a sliced lemon around the rim of same, and dip it in pulverized white sugar, so that the sugar will adhere to the side of the glass. Pare half a lemon…so that the paring will fit in the wine glass…and strain the crusta from the tumbler into it. Then smile.”

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How did they survive prohibition? With cool stuff like this.

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Silverice! “Chills without diluting beer, wine, highballs, etc.” Sorry for the crappy photo, I just had to show you these.

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I don’t have anything to say about this one. Hope you make it to the museum, it’s good fun. Now, who needs a cocktail?

This one’s way overdue. Back when I was in New Orleans this summer I visited the Museum of the American Cocktail, and I wanted to share some of the fascinating and wonderful bric-a-brac I saw there.

Feeling you like a need a Seattle connection? Let me help you out with that. One of the founders of the museum is Robert Hess, a Microsoftee who is also Seattle’s reigning cocktail expert and the guy behind Drinkboy.Com.

The museum is definitely in its infancy—it’s currently hidden in the back of the Southern Museum of Food and Drink. Like Kanye, it will only get harder, better, faster, stronger. Meantime, it’s a total trip. To get there, I traversed an insane shopping mall whose sole purpose appeared to be stocking New Orleans with colorful iphone shells. It was weird. But worth it!

If you love old cocktail stuff, check out the slideshow.

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Tales from Tales IV

Chapter 4: In which Murray wins!

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Murray with fellow Zig Zagger Erik Hakkinen.

Tales of the Cocktail has come to a close, and I am en route to Seattle, ready to cast my gaze once more upon our verdant metropolis.

Meantime though, great news: on Saturday night, Tales named Seattle’s own Murray Stenson (of Zig Zag Cafe) the bartender of the year. Stenson was not in New Orleans to receive the award, so Paul Clarke accepted it in his stead.

Stenson was also up for the Lifetime Achievement award; that one went to Brian Rea.

Big congrats to Murray and to everyone over at Zig Zag. And big congrats to you, Seattle, for getting to order drinks from the bartender of the year any old day, and for being smart enough to know how lucky you are to do so.

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Tales from Tales III

Chapter 3: In which we learn about Pisco Sours

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The teams from New York and San Francisco rub elbows as they squeeze through a big bucket of limes. It made me feel bad for theirs arms and they hadn’t even started shaking yet.

This morning I attended a Pisco Sour Pentathlon, in which four teams of bartenders competed to create, under serious time constraints, pisco sours for some prestigious judges as well as a room full of very loud people. They were so very loud, in fact, it was hard work trying to listen to the two MCs. This was a shame, because these MCs had very interesting tips about creating pisco sours. Just for you, I leaned forward and listened hard and I managed to get about 60 percent of what they said.

For the uninitiated, pisco is a liquor distilled from grapes that is traditional to Peru and Chile. It’s not a grappa—with grappa you use the skin, seeds, and stems of the grape, with pisco it’s just the juice (or pulp).

The pisco sour was invented in 1916 in Lima, by a guy named Victor Morris. His bar was called the Morris Bar. The ingredients are: lime juice, egg whites, pisco, simple syrup, and Angostura bitters. Sounds simple, but it’s quite the process—you have to do quite a bit of shaking. With a lot of shaken drinks, you just pour over ice and agitate enough to get things properly chilled. But with this drink, you want creamy foam, so you dry shake it first and then you shake with ice to chill.

Do you have a bartender friend you’d like to play a prank on? You should convince ten people he/she doesn’t know to all walk into his/her bar at the same time and one by one order a pisco sour. It’s such a classic nightmare situation, your prank will probably get figured out fast, but it’s still funny.

Back to our tips. In Peru, I learned, pisco sours are quite consistent because the limes are very similar. Here in the states our limes vary depending on season and variety. Get to know your fruit. Do you like your piscos with keylimes, or prefer Tahitian? Experiment, and you’ll know which fruit to buy to create the drink you want.

You want to store your limes at room temperature and be careful not to oversqueeze when you are juicing or your lime will taste bitter. When you cut it open, check how much pith (the white part) your lime has going on—too much pith and you’re going to have a bitter drink.

A lot of people are scared to drink cocktails with egg whites because they don’t want to get salmonella. Reasonable enough, but you should know that salmonella lives mostly on the shell of the egg. Wash your eggs well and you’ll have little risk of the dreaded ’ella.

I tried all foor pisco sours, and my favorite came from the team from San Francisco—Neyah White and Alicia Walton. To me, it tasted most like a pisco sour you would get at a bar, where the bartender doesn’t have to stand on a stage and make 100 cocktails in a big bucket.

More later. I miss you Seattle, I hope you’re having an excellent Friday.

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Tales from Tales II: Dispatches from the Center of the Mixed Drinks Universe

Chapter 2: In which we meet Movies, run into some Seattleites, and embrace St Germain all over again.

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The make-your-own-whiskey station.

So there have been many misadventures since last I checked in from New Orleans.

On my first day at Tales I met a crew of lovely local ladies in flowered dresses who called me honey and heaped piles of restaurant suggestions upon me, I saw Rocky Yeh wearing a lab coat with the words Hibiki 12 on the back—he was participating in a blend-your-own-whiskey class sponsored by the Japanese whiskey company Suntory (everything at Tales is very “sponsored by”), and taught by chief blender Seiichi Koshimizu.
Paul Clark was there too, he had just created his whiskey, which I sampled. Pretty good.

Sprawling over several suites of the massive and marbley Hotel Monteleone, the Tales of the Cocktail conference is giddy with the joy of booze and stimulating to the max, but I have to admit the streets of the French Quarter call me outward. I took full advantage of NO’s famous hospitality yesterday evening, hanging out around the Quarter collecting suggestions for jazz bars and gumbo joints. I spent a good chunk of time at a local dive where I talked films with an older gentleman who nursed a pretty fierce Hitchcock obsession. He I came to nickname Movies. Movies crushed on the bartender, a sweet curly-haired brunette. Unfortunately, the bartender’s love interest was also present, a fact that Movies found quite distasteful.

Truth be told, this bartender had some boy drama. At one point a lady in a belly shirt, her exposed torso splattered with tattoos, came by to beat her up! Apparently they had an ex boyfriend in common. After some negotiation this tattooed person left and we returned to our revelry.

But before all that, as I walked out of the Hotel Monteleone, I ran into Seattle’s own Jamie Boudreau. Boudreau is a rep for St Germain and he was in the lobby making drinks. I grabbed one on my way out and as I sipped it slowly through the streets, I was reminded how good an icy St Germain drink is on a hot day. Simple, French, lovely. I’ve included the recipe below, invite your friends over and serve them some of these and they’ll ask you when you got so dang classy.

2 shots of champagne
1.5 shots of St-Germain liqueur
2 shots soda or sparkling water

You mix the first two ingredients in a tall, ice-filled glass, top with soda or sparkling water and garnish with a twist of lemon.

An easy, delicious summer cooler.

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Tales from Tales I: Dispatches from the Center of the Mixed Drinks Universe

Chapter 1: In which we start the trip with a $9 boozy slurpee and don’t regret it for one minute.

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Yes I like pina coladas, but a test tube shot? Only if the planet depends on it.

Good morning from New Orleans. I’m here all week reporting from Tales of the Cocktail, where, we hope, our own Murray Stenson will be honored with a top award.

I’ll be telling you about all the cocktail-related happenings as they occur, but my “work” doesn’t get underway for a few hours.

In fact, the only drink I’ve had so far in NO was a pina colada from one of those French Quarter tourist traps with a line of swirly machines behind the bar. Yes, I looked like a big honking tourist carrying that thing around the FQ, but I sucked shamelessly from the straw because it’s hotter than Johnny Depp circa Donnie Brasco down here and it was 10pm and I hadn’t eaten since breakfast. My whacked out blood sugar levels had gone all action movie, pushing my sensible brain into the metaphorical passenger’s seat with a breathy “I’m in control now, Jacko,” gripping the (metaphorical) wheel resolutely as it slammed down on the (metaphorical) gas pedal and jerked the (metaphorical) car in the direction of the nearest (actual) swirly-machine bar.

Being the restrained individual that I am, even in my funny-blood-sugar-no-brain state I opted for a small beverage—approximately 26 ounces—instead of the two-foot bong you get when you order a large. I also declined a free shot of anti-freeze that came along with my drink, value meal-style, in accordance with my steadfast rule about never drinking anything out of a test tube.*

Anyway, check back here all week for updates on Tales of the Cocktail and your regularly scheduled Sauced programming.

*Exception to the test tube rule: It’s the future, and things are pretty bleak. The planet is lorded over by a species of supersized beetles (the insects, I mean, not the world’s most influential pop music band) who despite their larger size have retained the ability to proliferate at seemingly exponential rates. They have enslaved the surviving humans to create elaborate nests for their seething piles of offspring, murdering anyone who does not stud the debris beds with the appropriate amount of crumbs, tissues, and wadded-up newspaper. In a hidden lair that could, at any moment, be discovered by our many-legged overlords, a brilliant scientist has developed a formula that amounts to mankind’s only hope—imbibed, it gives the imbibee the ability to shoot Raid insect killer from the pores of her palms with the oomph and volume of a top-grade power-washing hose. It has been determined that I am the only surviving human whose palms are adequately porous. In other words, the fate of the planet depends on me. In this case, if the scientist poured the formula into a test tube and asked me to drink it, I would. Otherwise it’s not going to happen.

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