
Last week, while having brunch at a friend’s house, the hostess opened her liquor cabinet and started taking out bottle after bottle of “weird liqueurs” that some friends had left her with when they moved. She threw ice cubes into a number of tumblers and said, “Please make something. I just want to use this stuff up.” As well-mannered guests, of course we all obliged. Needless to say, the concoctions we came up with stole the show. The frittata and muffins were great and everything, but did you taste my blackberry-peach-rum-seltzer combo with muddled mint? All too often, these moments of genius live on only in our memories—after all, when else will that exact combination of ingredients be available again? And really, with so many virtuosic mixologists out there, who’s actually interested in my amateur dabblings? We’ll tell you who: the folks at the Mt. Washington Tavern as the opening of the Sky Bar approaches.