As many of you know, I'm a cocktail hound. I love cocktails, especially vintage cocktails. If someone held a gun to my head and made me choose a decade that I loved the most in history I would have to say it was the Roaring Twenties. I can't quite put my finger on why, maybe I lived a previous life during that era, or maybe it was the political atmosphere - women gaining the right to vote, the blatant disregard for puritanical laws by practically everyone, or perhaps it is because it laid the groundwork for who we are as a nation today. But the more I think about it, it's none of those, simply put, it made being bad classy.
Enter the speakeasy. An air of mystery surrounded the basement, and attic, hooch parlors, making them inviting to practically everyone. Police, judges and politicians were all misbehavin'; even housewives became corrupted by the allure of banned liquor served in teacups, cigarettes and Jazz music. Bottom line, there's just something so good about being bad.
So, without giving away too much of my upcoming piece, I'll share with you only this. I painstakingly (sarcasm injected) performed my research for this piece at PX Lounge in Old Town, Alexandria, Virginia...just outside of Washington, DC. If you're in the area, make a reservation and go...you will not be disappointed. Oh, but be sure to expect a hefty bar tab...fresh made bitters and expert mixologists don't come cheap these days.
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