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Philip Spiess
Dale: Yeah, that's about the size of it! ("Why hasn't Narcissus died from serving that trash?" -- to quote a certain song.) Columbus is still, and always will be, Columbus. (And, yes, my cooking did rise above it -- at least the steam did.) As to the cocktail, one "Deshler" was more than enough; give me a "Sidecar," a "Vesper," a "French 75," or a "Pendennis" cocktail any day.
And speaking of "witches' brew," what could sound more vitreolic, volatile, and off-putting than Queen Victoria's Tipple (also known in certain circles as an "Osborne")? Now, as you probably know, I am a dyed-in-the-wool Victorian (having grown up in Clifton with all those gas lights on the streets) and a total fan of the Queen, but I have yet to have the nerve to try her Tipple (I'm waiting for a long weekend where I can spend the entire day -- perhaps weekend -- in bed with a couple of aspirin if necessary). The Tipple, to wit, apparently introduced to her by her Scottish gilly, John Brown, is a large tumbler, half of which is red wine (preferably claret, if you want the particulars), the rest filled up with Scotch whisky! [The "Osborne," named after Her Majesty's home on the Isle of Wight -- a charming palace to visit, though why a drink introduced to her in Scotland at Balmoral Castle would be named after a residence at the opposite end of the country is beyond me -- varies the proportions slightly: 3 measures of claret to one measure of Scotch whisky; stir thoroughly.] It is reported (not surprisingly) that the Prime Minister, Mr. Gladstone (he who spent his spare time exhorting prostitutes to reform, and then scourging himself on the back with a hair whip after), was "startled" by this dinner-table drink (needless to say). One who has tried it reports it as "rather a peculiar flavor, but not half as nasty as you'd think." I think I'll wait. -- Philip
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