A New Old Fashioned
Of late, everyone in the family seems to be drinking the classic of all classic cocktails -- the Old Fashioned. The guys at Drink told us that the Old Fashioned was the original cocktail. Hence the name: “I don’t want one of those other cocktails; I want the old-fashioned cocktail." Sugar, bitters, and whisky are the essential ingredients, but then there are a million variations with fruit. Or no fruit.
John prefers the original recipe: muddle a sugar cube with bitters, and a little water, to put the sugar in solution. Then add ice, and two ounces of whisky, and stir. Which whisky, you ask. John prefers rye (as do I); Mike and Don Draper are partial to bourbon. You can even go with Irish whisky.
Mike found a video on the nola.com website -- some guy at the New Orleans Ritz Carlton teaching everyone how to make cocktails. He adds one wrinkle to the classic recipe. In addition to the sugar, bitters and water, he adds a shaving of orange peel to be muddled with the other ingredients. Not the fruit -- just the rind, to release some of the oils that then flavor the drink, mixing well with the sweet and the bitter flavors.
So here is a variation on that variation. First of all, I use simple syrup, not because it’s better, but because it’s easier. Make the simple syrup 2 to 1. Two parts sugar to one part water. The syrup is more viscous, and more flavorful. About a teaspoonful. And a shaving of orange rind, about the size of a postage stamp. And instead of Angustora, I use Fee Brothers Orange bitters. The bitters picks up the orange flavor, but retains the essential characteristic of bitters. Plus, Fee Brothers is a Rochester business, and it’s a good idea to support the local economy. Muddle all that, not so much that you distintegrate the orange peel, but just enough to release the oils. Then the rest of the mix is pretty much the same -- two ounces of rye, ice, stirred, served on the rocks.
So what do we call the new old fashioned? John suggested something along the lines of the Orange Fashioned, and maybe if we were a bar on Marshall Street, that would catch on. But I’d like something more elliptical, less obvious. And before settling on a name, I want other suggestions. The winner gets a free cocktail of his choice, whipped up right here on my new bar, and made with whatever whisky he or she prefers. Let’s settle on a name before March, because it strikes me that the new old fashioned will be the perfect drink for this year’s tournament.