All right. You’ve made special plans for Valentine’s Day. Your special someone is cooking a romantic dinner, and you want to show up with a bottle of wine that not only matches the meal she’s so lovingly prepared but has a romantic, pretty label. After all, looks count for something, and you don’t want to look like an idiot when you walk in the door.
Special thanks to Anthony Minne, wine expert at Plum Market in West Bloomfield, for the picks.
Blend of Mourvedre, Grenache and Syrah grapes
The storied history of the Bloody Mary harkens back to 1934, when Fernand Petiot, a bartender at King Cole Bar at the St. Regis Hotel in New York City, mixed up equal parts of tomato juice and vodka.
Sophisticated New Yorkers weren’t too impressed, calling it a “bit bland,” so Petiot spiced it up. “I cover the bottom of the shaker with four large dashes of salt, two dashes of black pepper, two dashes of cayenne pepper, and a layer of Worcestershire sauce; I then add a dash of lemon juice and some cracked ice, put in two ounces of vodka and two ounces of thick tomato juice, shake, strain and pour.”
Tiny bubbles, in the wine, make me happy, make me feel fine.” — Don Ho, pure genius. As the Kiddush Club mobilizes for its New Year’s blowout, the go-to drink for frivolity is, of course, Champagne.
For you legal scholars, only the bubble-laden libation pressed from grapes grown in the Champagne region of France may bear the eponym (notice the capitalization). All other offerings must use the no-name brand equivalent: sparkling wine.
It’s been like a frat house at the Kiddush Club over the last several weeks. What, with the recently concluded holidays and their associated revelry, you’d think we’d want to throttle down for a bit. Hardly!
There’s nothing we’re more grateful for than the chance to make a l’chaim for the Pilgrims and their astute sense of direction. Of course, if you drove your ship onto a rock, we’d drink to that, too.
Americans nowadays have few things that bring us together more than Thanksgiving. Black or yellow, white or brown — it’s all red, white and blue on that Thursday, baby.
So, whether you’re going to be priming the pump all day with football and baked salami, or it’s a wee bit more elegant, we’ve combed through the vault for some thematic drinks to make merry. Some are simple, and others call for some slight effort. Either way, they are KC-tested and drunkard-approved.
Whiskey — one of the most complex spirits on the shelf — evokes a passion from connoisseurs and novices alike. Frankly, the dispute over spelling alone (Whiskey — American/Irish; Whisky — Scotch/Canadian) is enough to drive one to drink. Then there’s the perennial debate between those who add a bit of water versus those who consider it sacrilege, which inevitably leads to someone getting called a little girl and tears starting to flow. Now, all of a sudden, a delicious glass of whiskey contains hints of salt and sadness.
Prior to Prohibition, or Volstead’s Folly as we call it, rye whiskey was one of the most popular alcohols in the United States. It faded from memory shortly after full American liberty was restored on Dec. 5, 1933.
Whereas bourbon is sweet — and scotch is smoky — rye is spicy; and like any booze, the prices range from “I’m not sure humans should consume that” to “Man, I wish I was rich.” Thus is the mandate of our club: Give the consumer the facts to make an informed decision.
The dog days of summer are upon us and the best way to beat the heat — while maintaining good standing in the Kiddush Club — is to combine an iconic summer drink with the KC’s potable mandate; time for electric lemonade!
Sure, the experts may claim that drinking alcohol in the heat leads to quicker dehydration but, since we’re not doctors, we feel funny passing that along. Instead, embrace the lovely citrus succor borne from lemons with the only thing we feel confident in endorsing … booze.
What better reason to throw a party than our nation’s birthday? You know, there’s a reason our Founding Fathers signed the Declaration of Independence in July … a backyard bash in Michigan would suck in February!
We charged our members to seek out drinks that will make your Independence Day party squeal with delight, like the sound of that bottle rocket your juvenile neighbors light off at 1:30 a.m.
Here’s the thing about vodka: With a history that dates as far back as the 13th century and spread throughout Eastern Europe, it’s tough to nail down an exact lineage; and you can make the stuff out of damn near anything that’s fermentable.
Coming off two months of great excuses to drink — Purim and Passover — we decided to keep the good times rolling by celebrating Yom HaAtzmaut, Israeli Independence Day, with one of the Holy Land’s lesser known exports — wine.
In the search for warmer weather, Mexico is looking pretty good to us right now. Yet, due to a pesky logistics problem, namely distance, we can only gaze southward with longing desire.
So, raise a glass to our amigos in the state of Jalisco (where the city of Tequila resides) and let us ask for a warm embrace — courtesy of the blue agave-based nectar that has become synonymous with our friends south of the Rio Grande — and go loco for tequila.