This, my dear friends, is a $21 cocktail. I was not in a club in Las Vegas. It was not magical, nor did it solve all of my life’s problems. It was simply, post-wine luncheon with my darling Sarah, what happened when we drunkenly stumbled around Midtown looking for a bar for one… more… drink. My birthday was the next day, and Sarah insisted on buying me a drink to finish out the day of drinking. The closest place we found open was Blue Bar, so we went inside, expecting a divey bar but instead walked into a posh, upscale, very quiet bar – well, it wasn’t quiet for long!
As soon as I saw “elderflower martini” on the menu, I knew that’s what I had to have… except the price tag made me balk. Sarah effusively insisted that it was my birthday and who cares how much it cost?! I am ever grateful to have friends who encourage my day drinking 😉 and yes, it was very tasty – St. Germains, gin, and I believe lemon juice… much like the elderflower martinis I’ve made in the past. It went down easy.
Funny enough, as we sat there chatting, an older man who’d been sitting at the bar came over to talk to us. He didn’t have the slimeball vibe that would have made me cringe, but instead he came over just to tell us that he knew I was a Scorpio, and to give me a card with my horoscope sign on it along with some interesting information. Mm’k.
Even funnier? Just now, while I was Googling to find out what exactly went into my cocktail (and coming up empty), I discovered that Sarah and I walked into Blue Bar randomly expecting a dive bar when in fact it is the very same bar that offers a $10,000 martini ‘on the rock’ – yep, there’s a loose diamond in the bottom of it.
Thanks for helping make my birthday special, chica! (And yes, she got a drink too, but it was a glass of wine so I didn’t take a photo.) I promise… I didn’t have TOO much trouble getting home after all the alcohol 😉
Blue Bar at the Algonquin Hotel
59 W. 44th Street, between 5th and 6th Avenues