[Subject line from Yeats]

The drinks I ordered:
Highland Cooler
Corpse Reviver
East India (yummiest of the lot)
Rum Swizzle

The drinks I sampled:
Airmail
Vieux Carre
London Buck (with house-made ginger beer in a Mason jar)
Peach Julep
Hijack Rose
Straits Sling
Jenever
Holland House
King Cole
Negroni

The drink I intend to try next time I visit:
Warsaw Mule

Before we went, I'd made polenta and chicken with orange-vermouth-shallot sauce for dinner. At the bar, we had cups of gumbo and slices of walnut bread. There will be salads offered there as well.

[Context: our favorite Dutchman (*) called us earlier tonight and invited us to a night of bartender training at the bar and refuge he's almost ready to open. One of the staff members was sewing curtains in one of the booths-to-be, and we got a tour of the triple-filtered ice machine and other accoutrements. Good times.]

(* For some reason, tall Dutchmen seem to enjoy lifting me off my feet and giving me gigantic bear hugs. I can't say I mind. *g*)