I think I'll pass on this one...
This is from Serious Eats, but I think you have to be seriously crazy to sip a vanilla shake through BBQ sauce.
McNuggetini
It's very rare that I pick up new books on cocktails/bartending. I have a worn copy of "Bartending for Dummies" and I've found I don't need much more. I had the Mr. Boston but the drinks were too outdated (egg flips??) and I had the Playboy Bartender's Guide...but that just didn't live up to expectations. So i'm quite amazed to find myself adding a new book to my bar: The Daily Cocktail: 365 Intoxicating Drinks and the Outrageous Events That Inspired Them (Dalyn Miller, Larry Donovan). This book has it all. Flashy photos, excellent and varied recipes, witty storytelling and drinking factoids, and (a must) a solid index. You can find drinks by name, ingredient, or just pick a date and date.
Here's a nice sample pulled from amazon.com:
Who's the Boss?
Years and years ago, there was a photo shoot in Chicago. I wore too little, met too many sleazy people - 'nuf said. But something good did come out of it. I had lunch at the Rainforest cafe. And as I have always been a fan of cliche and kitsch done to the nth degree, this place was for me! I had an Apricot Quicksand. It was served in a martini glass and the liquid was brown with sandy sediment. I want this drink again!
Now, recently I've been seeing more and more of those copycat restaurant recipes. So i gave a good search for the Quicksand recipe... But of course no one has heard of it. (Please let me know if you have. And not that one with khaluha and cream - this one was apricot and mildly translucent) I did see a lot of folks out their merrily addiced to the Rainforest Cafe's Green Python. And since thats close to quicksand, (after all, if you get stuck in quicksand aren't you supposed to leverage nearby pythons?) I'll have what he's having.
Rainforest Cafe's Green Python
I'm pleased to announce the rebuilding of our tiki bar. Two years ago, in our pre-kids apartment, Alex and I built a miniature tiki bar. "Life is short, landlord be darned" we thought. Then proceeded to painted our kitchen sunset orange with scudding clouds, and palm tree silhouettes. The bar itself was every bit a slapdash as a tiki bar should be: merrily painted two by fours supported woven reed beachmats, flower garlands and chritmas lights. I think the whole thing was four feet long, and I was the only one tiny enough to bartend. And that didn't last long...
Pregnant with our first child, I could no longer fit behind the bar (brings new meaning to the phrase "belly up to the bar"). We decided it was time to move. And the tiki bar wouldn't be coming along to our new adult abode.
Our daughter is one and a half now, and she's taught us a lot. One thing we've learned is that growing up is overrated and entirely unnecessary. And it was that fabulous revelation that brought us to the conclusion that it was time to rebuild! Now tiki bar 2.0 is almost complete and it's a far grander creation. Measuring a full 9 feet, this puppy easily seats four, and the base holds 3 bookcases worth of our ever expanding collection of reference books. So go ahead and ask the bartender anything you like! I've got blacksmithing basics on my left and corporate tax advice on my right.
A favorite from the original tiki bar:
Vicious Sid