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Gin Bomb! Gin Bomb! You're My Gin Bomb!
Last night, I went out drinking with Artistry, Bartok, and the former Mr. Goodluck Bear. Our first stop was The Edison, but because Bartok didn't meet the dress code, only Mr. GLB went in. I arrived a little bit late on the Metro (all the better to drink alcohol). And we headed down to The Association. Since I hadn't eaten yet, I stuck to a beer while we talked. When we were done, we headed next door to The Varnish.
The Varnish is hidden in the back of (but apparently a separate entity from) Cole's, one of two historic Los Angeles eateries that claims to have invented the French Dip sandwich. I'm still partial to Philippe's (the price difference is not an insignificant factor), but the pastrami sandwich I ordered was magnificent. The Varnish allows you to bring in Cole's take-out.
Where The Association aims for the early eighties, The Varnish is clearly aiming at Prohibition. Its hiding place in the back room of a respectable restaurant kicks off the speakeasy ambience continued by the antique decor and the hand-carved block ice in the drinks. The cocktail menu has a "bartender's choice" option, which seemed ideal for someone like me who usually forgets which interesting cocktails might be available. As I was finishing up my sandwich, the waitress brought back a "sloe gin bomb," which was (if I heard correctly) something like a sloe gin fizz with ginger ale and a candied ginger garnish. (Now aren't you sad you missed it,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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There was lots of catching up all round, of Vegas and Boston and the Mystery Hunt and All My Sons. A little after eleven, they all went back to their cars, and I hopped over to the Metro for a trip home. The rest of the evening was spent drunkenly embarrassing Ojou in front of her Internet friends.
The Varnish is hidden in the back of (but apparently a separate entity from) Cole's, one of two historic Los Angeles eateries that claims to have invented the French Dip sandwich. I'm still partial to Philippe's (the price difference is not an insignificant factor), but the pastrami sandwich I ordered was magnificent. The Varnish allows you to bring in Cole's take-out.
Where The Association aims for the early eighties, The Varnish is clearly aiming at Prohibition. Its hiding place in the back room of a respectable restaurant kicks off the speakeasy ambience continued by the antique decor and the hand-carved block ice in the drinks. The cocktail menu has a "bartender's choice" option, which seemed ideal for someone like me who usually forgets which interesting cocktails might be available. As I was finishing up my sandwich, the waitress brought back a "sloe gin bomb," which was (if I heard correctly) something like a sloe gin fizz with ginger ale and a candied ginger garnish. (Now aren't you sad you missed it,
ojouchan?)There was lots of catching up all round, of Vegas and Boston and the Mystery Hunt and All My Sons. A little after eleven, they all went back to their cars, and I hopped over to the Metro for a trip home. The rest of the evening was spent drunkenly embarrassing Ojou in front of her Internet friends.