Boys from the block make borough-proud beer.
With temps in the 80s and 90s, I’m finding myself unendingly thirsty for local grapes. Over some Long Island fluke I’d picked up at the Southold Fish Market on my way back to NYC, I popped a Macari 2012 Sauvignon Blanc, which was great with my butter-seared fish with its crazy, straight-back notes of zingy lime, grapefruit, and tart apples.
For those who decry, “Vodka has no personality! Meh!” the good folks at Prohibition Distillery beg to differ, and have the proof (80%) in their pretty, retro-botanical, stamped glass bottle.
As Eat Drink Local Week approaches–our week-long tribute to our foodshed begins Saturday, June 23rd–we wanted to introduce the sponsors that have helped us organize the event and also support local and seasonal eating year-round.
Earlier this week we got a whiff of chocolate, but it wasn’t from a heart-shaped box. Rather, it was from a flask—one of those little glass flasks with the typewriter-written labels from Kings County Distillery in Brooklyn. In time for the biggest chocolate buying day of the year the city distillery released a chocolate-flavored whiskey, available in Manhattan at the Park Avenue Liquor Shop. (We’d get on getting one stat, if we were you, since we hear Park Ave is already going through their second case.)
There’s something about Tuesday that’s maybe a bit blah. It’s not quite Monday, but it’s definitely not Friday. Why not add some tasty excitement to it with a ticket to Good Spirits on February 28th from 6-9pm? You’d better hurry though, because they are flying. You won’t want to miss out on food and drink from over 50 of the city’s best restaurants and distillers, all for just $45 at Downstairs at 82 Mercer in Soho.
We’re not happy that it’s the last weekend for Winterfest, Long Island wine country’s annual celebration of music, food and, of course, wine. But…
If you don’t read our Facebook page then you didn’t yet get the call to arms from Ralph Erenzo at Tuthilltown Spirits. He’s asked…
For those who can’t get enough java in the morning, noon or night, there are still a few seats left for a most intriguing…
A liqeur that’s loco for local plums.
City drinkers summon up an ancient Oaxacan spirit.
From spuds, a spirit.