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September 10, 2010 (Day 223) — New Yorker

There are fewer ways to broadcast to the world “I’m a pretentious douchebag,” than by subscribing to the New Yorker.

"I subscribe to the New Yorker..."

That being said… I DO subscribe to the New Yorker, and have for about six years now. As pretentious as it may be, it has some of the best goddamn reporting in the nation, even if it does have a bit of a liberal bias. Plus, it’s well written, and as a writer I’m always gobsmacked by a witty turn of phrase. So, in honor of me having time to sit down and catch up on about two months worths of New Yorkers this week while on the road, let’s make the

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2 oz blended whiskey

.25 oz fresh lime juice

1 tsp superfine sugar

1/2 tsp grenadine

Lemon twist to garnish.

Fill a chilled cocktail shaker filled with ice with your ingredients, cover, then shake for at least 30 seconds or until a frost forms on the outside of the shaker. Strain into a chilled cocktail glass. Twist your lemon over the top and drop in.

The sweetness of the whiskey is offset by the citrus of the limes. You really don’t get much of the sugar or grenadine in the drink. They’re much more subtle and simply hang out in the background of this drink. Not earth-shatteringly good. Just a solid, whiskey cocktail.

Cheers!

— Mark