Mistaken Identity: Boulevardier

Mistaken Identity: Boulevardier

So, ever have a moment so embarrassing that you pray for oncoming traffic to hop the sidewalk and end it all?

THIS.

FUCK.

FUCK.

Not that this is the first time I've done this. At least I didn't smack him on the ass. Twice.

This is my life.


No worries. I'll just remember this moment randomly in the middle of the night when I try to go to bed for the next twenty years. It's cool.

No worries. I'll just remember this moment randomly in the middle of the night when I try to go to bed for the next twenty years. It's cool.

Boulvevardier

In the case that something utterly humiliating happens and God decides to be a dick and not strike you down I recommend a cocktail. Something strong that will make you forget.

The Boulevardier is a classic cocktail; the bastard child of a Negroni and a Cosmo. Bitter and strong.

What You'll Need:

  • 1 oz Campari
  • 1 oz rye whisky
  • 1 oz (1 part) Sweet red vermouth
  • orange peel

What You'll Do:

Stir the liquids together in a cocktail glass with ice and then strain into a cocktail glass. Rim the edge of the glass with orange peel and drop into the cocktail. Serve.

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