Rothko and Bugs Bunny

 Cocktail Correspondent: Weldon Gardner Hunter

Recently I ventured to a very placid part of downtown - the 1300 block of Hornby Street. That's where The Desi Lounge is located (1355 Hornby Street, Vancouver). 

I went with my Desi-est friend and we enjoyed a sumptuous meal of Chili Paneer and Shimla Kebab (appetizers), Soya Chaap and Malvani Chicken (mains), and of course, rice and naan. It was delicious, and I was too busy enjoying the food and service to take pictures.

But my friend did take a picture of my drink: a Harvest Reverie

Nodo Tequiliana, Sour Carrot, Cardamom Syrup, Cardamom Bitters

The actual colour of the drink was more orange IRL. It looked like a Mark Rothko painting.

Orange and Yellow, 1956

Compare with my own photo:

Another study in orange and yellow. Contemplate Rothko's palette: a yellow radiance above a slightly more dominant orange which suggests soil and secrets. Just like a carrot pushing its way through the earth - in this case, the little lime derby the drink wears is redolent of the green carrot top. As the drink menu's precis puts it, "a vibrant blend inspired by Punjab's harvest warmth, evoking the comforting essence of Gajar Ka Halwa*."

As Bugs Bunny puts it, "Carrots are divine." And so was the drink. I took no notes - I never do when I drink with friends. I can say that the earthiness of the Tequiliana - a Tequila "alternative" because it is made outside of Zacatecas - pairs well with the vegetal carrot. The cardamom adds those nice, complex citrus-and-floral notes. 

The Desi Lounge must be commended for making South Asian-inspired drinks. I'll be back to try the Valley of the Spirits - a drink led by an Indian whiskey called "Amrut" - which the lovely Nepali hostess told me sells out every weekend. 

Guess I'll see you there on Wednesday, then!

*a sweet Indian dessert made with grated carrots, water, sugar, milk, and cardamom.

Two Drinks at Dusk

 Cocktail Correspondent: Weldon Gardner Hunter

There's a new spring menu at Mum's The Word and I am here at dusk to drink some new drinks and listen to a questionable playlist. A certain song promised that Happy Hour was here, but it was false advertising. It's ok, though - another tune clarified that This Must Be The Place.

1. Piña Verde

Pina Verde

The Green Elixir des Moines, Toasted Coconut, Lime, Pineapple, Ms. Better’s Lime Leaf Bitters

The Green Elixir is a mysterious locally made concoction reminiscent of Chartreuse. The original Elixir des Moines is a recipe from a Monastery in Germany - not sure about the French name, though. Anyways, the drink is herbal, sweet, with lots of lime – a nice slice of the cocktail is pineapple and there's a teeny bit of mint notes. Very creamy - a perfect summer sipper and we are now in Meteorological Summer as of June 1. Served in a long tumbler full of ice. I downed it in less than 15 minutes. 

2. Airmail

Rum, Orange Flower, Honey, Lime, Sparkling Wine

Wine really changes the complexion of any cocktail. It’s like a fancy friend who does a pretty good job of hanging out with their economy companions, but can't hide the Old Money. Or is it New Money, in the case of sparkling wine?

The Air Mail is fragrant and floral altogether with the orange flower and honey matching the wine’s vivacious energy. Meanwhile, the Rum and Lime bring the broth a brash Hawaiian shirt kind of counterpoint. It’s a nice pairing after drinking the Piña Verde, as it provides another tropical thirstquench and summer vacation vibes.

Two and through! Took a nice atmospheric walk down Odlum Drive and then caught the #7 bus - the real working class chariot of the city - up crepuscular Clark Drive/Knight Street back to my farflung Southwestern home.

Surrealist Cocktail #8: Elixir de la Alquemista

 Cocktail Correspondent: Weldon Gardner Hunter

 Elixír de la Alquimista: A Cocktail Inspired by the paintings of  Remedios Varo

Alchemy, or, the Useless Science, Remedios Varo, 1958

1 oz Absinthe – for the Green Ray,  a flash of green light that is said to appear immediately after the sun sets on the horizon

La Creación con Rayos Astrales, 1955

1 oz Pear Eau-de-Vie (Poire Williams) – the fruit must be conjured from a surreal orchard

A "prisonnière" Poire Williams

0.5 oz Velvet Falernum – sweet spice, echoing ancient potions

0.5 oz Lemon Juice – the Yellow Moon in a cloudy astral sky

Valley of the Moon, 1950

0.5 oz Saffron-Honey Syrup – golden, alchemical, mysterious

1 dash Orange Blossom Water – floral, dreamlike

Floral Bouquet with Birds, 1960

Garnish with edible gold dust or a tiny sprig of lavender – to suggest apocalyptic horizons, or an easy passage into the dreamworld. Release 101 tropical birds into the room as you serve the cocktail.

Renacer, 1960

The Green Hour

 Cocktail Correspondent: Weldon Gardner Hunter

For the last two weeks, I've been plant-sitting for a friend on vacation. I agreed to water her plants while she jet-sets around Europe because I am trying to acquire a green thumb, and also because I liked pretending to have a pied-a-terre for a fortnight.

Before I dropped in on the plants for a final time this Saturday, I decided to spend Happy Hour at Bartholomew (1026 Mainland Street, Vancouver). On Saturday, it's a literal happy hour - from 5-6pm. Oh, and the selected cocktails are 11 bucks. Of course, I had two, in order to make a wish...

1.  Pandan Sour

Flor de Cana 7 year, Coconut, Pandan, Lime, Egg White, Cinnamon

Pandan, also known as Annapurna, is a fragrant tropical plant used in South and Southeast Asian cooking. It's making inroads into the Western beverage world, and that world is better for it.

Vanilla flavours abound.  Aromatic, and slightly nutty. The lime adds such a nice undercurrent. I keep thinking about it, like a spy in the house of love. The drink is desserty,  and might remind some of a Brandy Alexander - probably not the hip younger clientele of Bartholomew, though.

The room is reminiscent of Bar Corso on the Drive – a very long bar, with small, intimate booths on the other side of the aisle. It also has a spectacular, industrial wine-rack straight out of German Expressionist design (please correct me of the correct school in the comments):

The crowd is a mix of upscale and casual. The bar is in Yaletown, so expect a tonier atmosphere. A very cool feature of the menu is that it informs you of what glass your cocktail will come in: Coupe, Rocks, Nick and Nora, etc.  

Service is friendly and flash – just as I was about to put my second drink down, a bartender flung a cocktail napkin right underneath it before it touched the counter. 

Drink 2 was a Barrel-Aged Boulevardier

Bearface Triple Oak, Amaro Montenegro, Campari, Sweet Vermouth

The Canuck Bourbon boycott means many Paper Planes and Boulevardiers are subbed with Bearface whisky, which is a single grain variety that is aged in old Kentucky bourbon barrels. It works just fine in this variation-on-a-variation of a Negroni. At my favourite Happy Hour spot - Novo (2118 Burrard Street, Vancouver), they still have a large stash of Maker's Mark and their Boulevardier has cherry notes which I cherish. Here, the Amaro Montenegro gives it an earthy, rich bittersweet flavour.

All that for $22, plus tax and tip. I emerged from the dark bar into the late Spring afternoon sun, towards my appointment with a West End watering can and about twenty plants. 

Wrong Side of the Tracks

 Cocktail Correspondent: Weldon Gardner Hunter

In mid-April, I was back in Calgary for a festive family occasion, and of course it was also a chance to try some drinks at places I didn't hit in my epic crawl of Cowtown cocktail bars last August. 

While staying at the usual hotel in the Beltline, my window view looked out towards the 9th/10th Avenue railroad tracks where I saw an RV parked right against the chain link fence - if there was a person inside, they would have been serenaded by an all-night freight orchestra. Strangely, I was a bit jealous imagining the experience. I've been watching too many train-hopping Youtube Channels, I guess.

Of course, Calgary's grand railroad hotel, The Palliser is situated by the tracks, nudging close to the - is it famous? - Calgary Tower. So I decided to cross the literal and proverbial tracks to hit up the lounge, The Hawthorn (133 9th Avenue Sw) for the first time.

The interior of the Palliser

The first drink I ordered was a Smoky Sakura:

Glenmorangie A Tale Of Ice Cream, Grand Marnier, Hibiscus

Glenmorangie is a Scottish distillery which is producing a series of limited edition specialty spirits, and A Tale of Ice Cream is a dessert-inspired single malt. It's the mildest Scotch I've ever tasted (the bartender, Matt, gave me a dram), but it still has a shadow of scotchburn. The Grand Marnier amplifies the vanilla notes & adds orange peel but overall this is a sweet drink. It's giving berries? The finish is where the ice cream comes in - it's very understated and pleasant.

I sat at the bar, which has about 12-14 seats, but next time I will try the spacious and luxurious lounge:

Drink #2: Pancake Breakfast

This one's inspired by the tradition of pancake breakfasts during Stampede. Local dignitaries and politicians jockey to flip flapjacks and vie for votes and good publicity, all while awkwardly donning a ten-gallon Stetson.

Bacon Infused Rupert's Whiskey, Maple Whiskey, garnish: mini-pancakes

A salty take on an old-fashioned. The bacon infusion is as subtle as it can be, and the maple whiskey gives it a liqueury and of course, syrupy edge. Synasthesia: the flavour produces an image of bacon grease on paper towels. It all works surprisingly well. The mini--pancakes were delicious. The pleasing sound of a king cube rattling in an empty glass to cap it all off.

Matt the Bartender is passionate about cocktails and he gave me a sneak peek at a "deconstructed" Jungle Bird that he's been working on, which he's calling a Smuggler's Run:

Romero Dark Rum, Pineapple, Campari dust (rim)

I'm familiar with deconstruction from my long sojourn in the humanities, but I can't really say much about this drink - I could not summon any words to describe the taste of the cocktail. It wasn't bland, it was just - invisible? A drink to leave even Derrida speechless. It's on the menu now, try for yourself and send me your report. Every cocktail deserves its laureate.

You might have to save up for a few weeks to afford the drinks - the Hawthorn uses top-shelf spirits, and you're paying for the spectacular ambience, too. I was on holiday, so I wasn't being frugal. As nice as the whole experience was, I was happy to go back over the tracks to my budget hotel room.  But when I returned, the van was not there!

Pier Pressure

 Cocktail Correspondent: Weldon Gardner Hunter

On a rainy Sunday, Vancouver woke up to the good news that two young progressive activists had been elected to city council. In fact, I had waited in a 2 hour line up the evening before to vote for them. Luckily, it was a warm spring night and the line was full of convivial citizens.

But Sunday was grey and wet and it just got greyer and wetter. A notable dearth of travellers on the bus, the Canada Line, the Seabus. Even submersible crafts.

My brother and I were travelling to North Vancouver on our quest for the best Sunday Roast in the Lower Mainland. The destination was The Lobby (138 Victory Ship Way, North Vancouver), the bar in the new-ish Pinnacle Hotel on Lonsdale Quay.

I'm pleased to report that the roast was scrumptious. I'm even more pleased to have tried one of the signature cocktails: A Dose of Autumn

Cranberry and Pomegranate Juice, Amaretto, Amaro Montenegro, Gin, Red Wine Float

The name of the drink reflected the seasonal uncertainty of the weather. The wine-drinking women sat near us lamented the relapse of rain after the soft zephyrs that blessed us yesterday - one of them even proclaimed this to be "the worst spring ever." A little early, no? Let's be optimistic...

Anyways, I wasn't experiencing winter or spring. I was back in Autumn - the color of the cocktail suggests the scarlet red of the changing leaves. It tastes plummy and slightly tangy from the combination of the fruit juices and the red wine. The Amaro Montenegro gives it a little spice and some cinnamon-and-cola notes. The Amaretto added almondy insinuations. The gin is a surprising presence in the line-up - I couldn't really account for it, but happy to have it lurking, U Boat-like, somewhere in there.

Speaking of surprises, the waitress gave a start when I requested it. Apparently she forgot it was on the menu because no one orders it. Is North Van a nest of cocktail philistines? Say it isn't so - get down to the Lobby and order one before the weather and the cocktail menu changes.

But this feuilleton isn't over yet. The underwater references have hinted at one other surprise. The HMCS Corner Brook was docked at the pier nearby, so we braved the rain to take a look. The vessel is a long-range "hunter-killer" submarine, which means it has missiles onboard. Since my brother and I are both Hunters, we kept some distance.

Not pictured is the other side of the vessel, which had a young guard standing out in the rain with a machine gun.  I guess I shouldn't have been surprised. We scampered back to the seabus to reach the safe shores of our city, unhunted, unkilled, unthirsty.

Photo: James Elliott Hunter II

Big Brain Move

 Cocktail Correspondent: Weldon Gardner Hunter

Sunday, March 16 was almost unsalvagable. I met my brother at a secret location in Gastown for Sunday Roast. As members of a Canadian-British household, a good Sunday Roast feels like one of the only satisfying expressions of our cultural/ethnic heritage, so we seek it out like Diogenes sought a single honest man.

We'd been weeks before and had an amazing gustatory experience. This time, though - disappointing. The mashed potatoes were replaced by hash browns. Yikes!

I won't discuss our dessert fiasco. That came at another place.

The big event was a Canucks game with the mysterious Moe Gorge (my brother had absconded by now - no hockey fan he). Unfortunately, the boys weren't up to it and lost 3-1 to the Utah Hockey Club. Our game, however, was bookended by 6-2 wins. Eep! We picked the wrong game. The guy behind us in the lower bowl was more disappointed that there wasn't a "tilly." He had been quite vocal in his desire for one.

After all these letdowns, the inestimable Gorge suggested we repair to The Chickadee Room (182 Keefer Street, Vancouver). It's a short walk from the arena, on the edge of Vancouver's Chinatown. It's attached to Juke Fried Chicken, which means the snack menu was going to be good. 

The menu

I ordered a Midnight Hour, the most expensive drink they had. I was tempting fate.

Blanton's Bourbon, Coconut Miso Calvados, Vecchio Del Capo Amaro, Lemon Marrakech

This potent potion reversed the curse of the day. In fact, the day had been seized, arrested, sent off to jail for being a bad guy, while the elixir changed my mood. I wasn't writing notes because I was socializing with MG, but I remember that the drink was rich with a velvety chocolate finish from the Capo. A similar flavour profile to the two drinks I had recently at The Homer Café. It was garnished with a chocolate wafer, which I ate after maybe two sips.

The Chickadee Room has an 80s theme, the lighting is a subdued neon hue. I was slightly distracted during Moe's reminiscences of Normandy by an episode of Miami Vice with Bill Paxton on the TV at the bar that was in my eyeline. There's also the whimsy of this door that was hanging above our table:

Here's Moe worried about the Door of Damocles, the photo also gives you a sense of the space:

I like the décor, but I can't help thinking that an ornithological theme would be more appropriate. Bright murals of passerines, soundtracked by Messiaen's Catalogue D'Oiseaux, perhaps? Did you know that chicakdee brains grow 30% seasonally in order to remember their extensive caches of seeds? In addition to being cute. This is Emulsified: Cute Cocktails, after all.

Happy Spring to all! Feed your local chickadees!