Blood & booze

The WSJ’s Eric Felten writes this week about whiskey sours, sending me down that old memory lane.

Whiskey sours were one of my first drinks, back in my 20s. I haven’t had one since before I hit 30. From his description, I’m sure I had the drink he heaps scorn upon. I recall it being very sweet & kind of murky.

& I’m sure that I wouldn’t get a “pure” one (by his lights) anywhere in metro Seattle.

However, what’s interesting to me about this story is the connection with Raymond Chandler’s classic noir detective. I love Moose Malloy, but I can't think that any number of whiskey sours would incapicitate him to any degree. Unless he was doing whiskey shots as backs.

Regardless, I swear—some day I’m holding a cocktail party where I serve only drinks from the Philip Marlowe oeuvre. People will have to dress up, & we’ll discuss only high-toned things.

Or murder.