As I’m walking between the rooms here I am struck by one of those moments like you been here your whole life but just stepped back and saw it. Looking up in new york always kinda a touristy thing but everytime I did I I was still amazed. Rain followed by fog in the French quarter (please no snickers) things that are always there but you don’t see on your daily routine through life. Man I miss a lot of stuff like that. I want to say 1/2.
I looked up in the purple room at the restaurant and saw these jars that are there everyday but today I saw them. The cooks have been doing this for years mainly preserving during the great times for the lesser times. But now the bartenders are doing it. Making infusions and tincture and extract and all sorts of alchemist shit that blows my mind. In control of flavour. Balance. They totally did on what they are doing. Its like being a kid at someones party and the entertainer hands you a poodle made out of a long skinny balloon. Amazing. I would beg my parent for some of these long skinny balloons and discover that first off I can’t even blow them up but once I learned that bending and twisting it trying to make anything usually ended up with popped balloons or twisted knotted interpretations.
Now these guys are blowing my mind on a daily basis not only with the cocktails they are making but the love they have for their craft.
if the base ingredient isn’t good enough well lets make our own. If the flavour isn’t available well then lets make our own. That’s what is called heart.