There are bars and then there's Dr. Lupin. This is like stepping into a parallel universe, where all my fantasies become reality. Unbelievably friendly bar keep: check. Perfect taste in music: Check. Best - and I really mean BEST cocktails this side of Manhattan: Check.
We stumbled into Dr. Lupin looking for a quick night cap and eneded up spending the best part of 4 hours there. So: we walk in. The bloke behind the bar exclaims before we even sat down: "I have no idea how to make a cocktail! I'm just guarding the fort! I can pour a beer if thats what you want".
"Sure". I notice something about Jack Daniels in the bar and casually mention a Lemmy...
"Don't move! The real bar tender is a Motörhead fan!".
Peter (I think that's his name, but I was hammered, so could well be Rudolph for all I remember), walks in and takes his place behind the bar. We start exchanging stories of how we met Lemmy back when he was immortal...
Aaaaaand... it was all uphill from there on. We slap some Motörhead on the sound system, cranck it up to 11... and the rest is history.
I did mention the best cocktails this side of Manhattan. Let me explain:
50ml of Gentleman Jack
20ml of maple syrup
2 dashes of angostura bitters
Top off with stout or porter beer.
Grate some Tonka bean on top
That called a Lemmy Angel and it's MAGIC!
You have to try the hot bloody mary too. If only to see the only known use of a flame thrower in the preparation of a cocktail. EPIC!
Merci les amis. Ce fût une soirée mémorable! read more