Sunday was Bastille Day, celebrating the storming of the prison which kicked off the French Revolution complete with the Terror, and the beheading of swathes of French aristocrats by Mme. La Guillotine.
As you already know DQ loves France. In particular the Côte d'Azur and its spectacular light, beloved of Cezanne, Matisse, Picasso and others.
While we can't be there as much as we'd like to, there is always occasion to don an unstructured summer linen or tropical wool suit, raise a glass, and squint until you can see the teak deck of your superyacht beneath you.
And with that, we are going to make it brief. And suggest a cocktail. So, get to the bottom, and bottom's up!
the rosé diaries: A60 edition
We've been getting quite fond of the cozy roofdeck at the Sixty Hotel on Thompson Street.
So cozy, in fact, that we decided to throw a shindig for sundown this Thursday on their sundeck. Our buddy who invented the term, "WiFi" will be DJ-ing, and the rosé will be flowing for some proper pre-dinner #quinning.
5pm - 8pm.
Please do RSVP so we have an idea you are coming and can put you on the list.
Alternatively, you could quoff some at home by using the link below to order directly.
watch: V for Vendetta
The fifth of November,
The Gunpowder treason and plot;
I know of no reason
Why the Gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot!
Guy Fawkes and his companions
Did the scheme contrive,
To blow the King and Parliament
All up alive.
Threescore barrels, laid below,
To prove old England's overthrow.
But, by God's providence, him they catch,
With a dark lantern, lighting a match!
A stick and a stake
For King James's sake!
If you won't give me one,
I'll take two,
The better for me,
And the worse for you.
A rope, a rope, to hang the Pope,
A penn'orth of cheese to choke him,
A pint of beer to wash it down,
And a jolly good fire to burn him.
Holloa, boys! holloa, boys! make the bells ring!
Holloa, boys! holloa boys! God save the King!
Hip, hip, hooor-r-r-ray!
Thus was not the fate of V.
read: the story of french
There was a time when French was the language of global commerce, and of the courts, and of every educated man, woman, and child on the planet.
This book provides a fascinating history of the French language. Romances. Wars. And all.
cocktail: the sun always rises
Another of Hemingway's fantastic tipples...this time his daiquiri but on steroids!
1⁄2 oz Fresh grapefruit juice
1⁄2 oz Luxardo Maraschino Liqueur
1 tsp Vieux Pontarlier Absinthe
Add all the ingredients to a shaker and fill with ice.
Shake, and strain into a chilled coupe glass filled with crushed ice.