Drink 47: Colonel Wurzberger's Elephant Stew

The Name: Colonel Wurzberger's Elephant Stew                                                                                

The Bar: The Blind Barber (339 East 10th St., NYC)

The Story Behind The Name: I love second-hand books. I love how they're already a bit worn, and I love how you can sometimes find old books that are out of print. I've already talked about the time I found a bizarre book that I happened to read through and was so glad I did. Well, this story is about the time my mom happened upon a strange book, to hilarious results.

She was walking in our neighborhood and came across some old books for sale at a cheap price. My mom loves to cook, and so an old cookbook caught her eye. It was compiled by The Ladies of the Living History Association, a group of historical reenactors, and it was initially published in 1968. It was only $1.50 so she decided to look through it and see if it was interesting.

The cookbook is filled with recipe submissions that people sent in. The recipes are for the most part informally written--very few precise measurements. And the recipes are overly simple at best, and outright disgusting at worst. Seasoning hadn't quite been invented yet, and pretty much every recipe involves boiling meat and potatoes until all flavor is lost. There's a whole section on recipes that you can cook in this new-fangled thing called the microwave! But, despite the quality of the recipes, it's important to note that it's a serious cookbook. These are dishes that people actually prepared. This book was meant to be a real cookbook. And the reason that I emphasize this is because, amidst all of these actual recipes, my mom landed on this recipe, supposedly submitted by a certain Colonel A. Wurzberger.

Each member of my family read this one by one, and none of us could get through it without cracking up. Even before the hare pun, it's such a wonderfully silly and ridiculous joke. I love the casual statements, like, "Cook for about 4 weeks," and, "This will serve 3800 people." And, I also love the name Colonel A. Wurzberger. It HAS to be a pseudonym, of course, but if so, where did whoever wrote this come up with it? It so perfectly conjures up the image of some retired army general in full military garb. And to imagine such an official-looking figure painstakingly cutting up an elephant into bite-size pieces for two months straight is so ludicrous. Really the whole recipe is an absolute masterpiece.

But what makes the whole thing complete is the fact that it's in the cookbook at all. Obviously, the person who submitted this (Colonel A. Wurzberger, of course) knew it was a joke, but it remains to be seen if the Ladies of the Living History Association did. Did they simply compile all the recipes they received without actually reading any of them, and this one made it in through the cracks? Did they read the recipe and not realize it was a joke? Or did they get the joke, and decide to put it into their cookbook anyway? I genuinely don't know. But I'm so glad this cookbook exists, and that my mom was lucky enough to stumble onto it on the street and bring Colonel Wurzberger's Elephant Stew into our lives.

Ordering The Drink: After getting two drinks with my friend Pat--The Christopher Walken Duck Joke and The Day The Clown Cried--we decided to hop bars once again and set a new record for the most rounds of What's That Drink played in one night! And we knew exactly where to go: The Blind Barber. This is another hidden bar, and as the name suggests, it's located in the back of a barbershop. And it's a real barbershop--you can get a haircut and then go to the back and get a drink. I'd never been there, but I'd heard about it. It's always included on lists of the best speakeasies in New York City, and is known for having especially unusual cocktails, so it's somewhere I've been meaning to go for this blog for quite some time. Pat has been there before, and confirmed that it's a really neat place with a cool vibe and great drinks. We stopped for dinner first, since we had each had several strong drinks by now, and then went off towards The Blind Barber.

We stepped through the door in the back of the barbershop and, I have to admit, both of us were surprised. There was a live DJ sitting in one corner, and incredibly loud pop music blasting throughout the bar. If a real blind barber were to go, they would think it was a nightclub, not a tiny place known for unusual cocktails. Nightclubs aren't really my thing--I like to be able to hear myself think--but I know that a lot of people do like them and that's fine. But, the decor of The Blind Barber would never suggest "nightclub." It's decorated in an old-school Victorian style, with old books and photographs everywhere. It's beautiful, but you'd think that the music would be jazz, not Jay-Z.

Me, expressing my annoyance at the loud music blasting in this otherwise quaint library room.

It didn't help that the bar was pretty empty too. It was a Tuesday night, and when Pat and I walked in there were only three people on the dance floor and no one else in sight. They were awkwardly dancing as Pat and I screamed over each other. He apologized, and explained that the last time he was here, it was nothing like this. There was no music, and it had seemed like a really lovely hidden spot. The difference between what he described and what I'd heard about The Blind Barber, versus what we were actually experiencing, was night and day. And I really don't think that this was just me being like a crotchety old man. The loud music was simply odd for the environment. Reading online reviews, it's clear I'm not the only person who feels this way. It seems that after a certain time each night, the place suddenly changes completely. I'd certainly prefer to have been there earlier in the evening!

But, never mind that, we were here for drinks, and I was still excited to get some interesting cocktails! Pat ordered his favorite drink from the menu in both name and content-- the Sweeney Ted--which was absolutely delicious. But I went ahead and, of course, ordered the Colonel Wurzberger's Elephant Stew. The bartender initially seemed reluctant, and hesitant to know if this was what I really wanted. "There must be a kind of alcohol you want?" he insisted, and I promised him that I really would be happy with whatever he put together, as long as it fit the name. I eventually convinced him and he put the drink together.

The Drink:

 

Bourbon

Dry Vermouth

Pineapple Juice

Simple Syrup 

Assessment of Drink: Earlier in the night, Pat had asked me if I'd ever gotten a really bad drink while doing this blog. And the truth is that I've only had one actively awful-tasting drink. And 1 out of 46 isn't too bad. But, while Colonel Wurzberger's Elephant Stew was nowhere near as bad as The Brave Potato, it was not a good drink. It was very watery, and though he said there was bourbon and vermouth in it, I didn't really taste it. The only thing you could taste was pineapple. Watery pineapple. And the simple syrup didn't help matters, making it a sweet drink and taking out any tartness or acidity the pineapple might have had. Now, don't get me wrong, I like the taste of pineapple. The drink wasn't inedible. But it wasn't a good drink. It's a drink that I would have expected to get at some dive bar, or at a party at a college frathouse. "Oh yeah, we'll throw together some pineapple and bourbon. Voila!" The vermouth might have elevated it, but like I said, I didn't get any hint of the vermouth at all. 

It was, all in all, incredibly disappointing. And I was more disappointed because I knew this bartender could have done better. Pat's drink was absolutely delicious, and actually took skill to make. This drink felt lazy. To the point that I don't know if he maybe presented it to me as a bit of a "fuck you." Maybe he really found my request insulting and decided to phone it in. But it was certainly not worth the $13 that all cocktails cost at The Blind Barber. I'd have rather he simply not agreed to make the drink at all.

Does It Live Up To The Name: That the drink itself wasn't great is one thing, but where I really felt this drink dropped the ball was in the creativity. Or, lack thereof. I happen to think that this was an especially great name for a cocktail. There's already a cocktail called The Colonel--made with whiskey, benedictine, and bitters--and the drink could have been a play on that. I've already had an elephant-themed drink before, which was served in a very creative way. And the word "stew"could have been a gift to a creative mixologist. Stews are sort of a mish-mosh of ingredients thrown together to create a cohesive whole. Here, the ingredients were so simple, and there were so few of them, that it would be a really lousy stew. He could have even focused on the Wurzberger and gone with a German theme. The name of this drink as a whole suggests a sort of strength. Stew of any sort would be hearty, and elephant stew especially so. Add in the military component, and I thought I'd get a strong drink. I certainly did not get that.

Perhaps if the bourbon had been more prominent, it would have made matter better, but I honestly am at a loss as to why this name conjured up the idea of pineapples. They seem to have come completely out of left field, and considering they were the dominant flavor of the drink, it's especially egregious. Looking at the picture of the drink, I wonder if perhaps the lemon was supposed to represent an elephant ear and the straw was supposed to be the trunk? But I think that's a stretch and I might be giving the bartender too much benefit of the doubt if I accept that as explanation.

On the whole, I'm sorry to say that I've never been let down by a bar on this blog as much as by The Blind Barber. The loud music was odd and unexpected, but the drinks could have more than made up for it. I have no doubt that their set cocktail menu is great--and like I said, the Sweeney Ted that Pat ordered was absolutely delicious. But despite my high hopes and expectations, I don't feel like I had a chance to try Colonel Wurzberger's Elephant Stew. Perhaps I'll even try this name again in the future and see if I get better results. I do know that if I ever return to The Blind Barber, I'd certainly stick to their set menu, which I would like to try more. And I'd definitely come earlier in the evening, before its odd transformation into a noisy nightclub.

Drink 35: The Twin Scouts

The Name: The Twin Scouts                                                                                

The Bar: Nitecap (120 Rivington Street, NYC)

The Story Behind The Name: Despite the fact that about 3% of the world's population are twins, the existence of twins seems to fascinate those who are not twins themselves. Nearly all of William Shakespeare's comedies feature confusion involving twins, and require a lengthy explanation of the events that occurred because everyone's so confused, even though all would have been cleared up if anyone had just referred to anyone else by name. In pop culture, when twins are not presented as confusing, they're presented as undeniably creepy, despite the fact that all they want is someone to play with them.

"We were thinking backgammon or something, but we also have parcheesi if that's more your speed. Our mom made snacks."

But, more than being just confusing or creepy, the most consistent representation of twins in pop culture is that they are identical in every way. The fact that they are twins is generally offered to the audience in lieu of giving the characters any discernible personality.

Like these twins from the show Doug. You can tell which one is which because they have different shirts!

Of course, such depictions of twins are wildly inaccurate. While twins are often very close, they are their own individuals and have their own personalities, interests, and lives which exist outside one another. Surely in real life there isn't a creepy set of twins who do everything together and basically act as one entity!

Well, that's what I thought, until my mom told me about two twins she went to college with. Meet Larry and Terry.

Larry and Terry, in my mom's yearbook.

But when I think of Larry and Terry, I don't call them Larry and Terry. I call them Lawwy and Tewwy, because aside from their matching faces and haircuts, they also had matching speech impediments--infantile R's that I feel bad for laughing at but which undeniably make this story all the funnier. Larry and Terry were practically indistinguishable from each other, right down to wearing the same outfit and having the same haircut. Speaking of their haircuts, they both had matching buzzcuts because they were boy scouts. Being boy scouts was their only activity.

My mom didn't know much about Larry and Terry. the mostly kept to themselves, doing scouting-related things. But she remembers them very distinctly. They were literally never apart and would often be seen walking in the hall together. But, for some reason, when walking in the hall, instead of holding their heads upright, their heads would be kind of bent towards each other, forming a sort of arch between them. My mom and her friends formed a theory that this must have been how their necks were positioned in the womb.

But this was not their quirkiest trait. My mom's most distinct memory of Larry and Terry comes from seeing them as they were studying in the library. They would get their textbooks out, and Terry would turn to his brother and they would have the following exchange.

"Awe you weady, Lawwy?"

"I'm weady, Tewwy."

They then proceeded to turn their pages at the exact same time. They would repeat this exchange at the end of every page, and would only turn to the next page when the other was ready. I mean, weady. This was not an isolated incident, this is just how they studied.

Pictuwed: a gif of a pewson who is weady.

If you don't find the visual of these two guys saying this and turning their pages in unison incredibly hilarious, then I can't help you. Try reading it aloud. Ever since my mom told me about Lawwy and Tewwy, this became a part of my life. If I'm doing work or reading a newspaper, or doing anything that requires an exaggerated turning of a page, then before I turn it, 90% of the time I first say "Awe you weady, Lawwy? I'm weady Tewwy!" and turn the page, giggling to myself. Then I look around and realize that nobody else is there and I worry about my own sanity. 

But not as worried as I am about the sanity of Lawwy and Tewwy. Look at Larry's eyes. LOOK AT HIS EYES.

It's also worth noting that not only were their first names similar, but their middle names were almost identical as well. My mom doesn't remember exactly, but she thinks one of their middle names was Gilman and the other was Stilman. Seriously, the inhuman similarities between them and their odd behavior makes them sound like the Coneheads. That would make a lot of sense, actually.

Ordering The Drink: I was getting a drink with my friend Ryan, who has appeared several times on this blog and was in fact there at What's That Drink's conception! We went to a neat little spot called Nitecap--a great little place that I'd heard a lot about but never been to before. I'd read that it had a speakeasy vibe to it. Apparently it was one of those places that you would walk right by without noticing, because it was behind an unmarked, underground door. I love hidden places like that, and so Ryan and I planned to meet there.

When we arrived we discovered the following sign clearly showing where the bar was.

There's an arrow and everything.

So, reports of how secretive Nitecap is were fairly exaggerated--it even had a big red sign outside the storefront. My guess is it USED to be secluded away, but then nobody would go in, so they decided to scrap that and go ahead and let people know they were there. But, even with these changes, once you go inside it still has the speakeasy feel. It's very dark and atmospheric--you really do feel like you're in some hidden, unknown spot.

As part of this atmosphere, it was really, really dark in Nitecap, and I hate taking flash pictures in dark bars because I think it's obnoxious. So I didn't get any pictures of the very hip interior. And I also didn't get any pictures of my first drink, which is a shame because it was great. It was called the See No Evil, and was served in a glass in the shape of a monkey covering its eyes. It was delicious, and it summed up what I think the idea behind Nitecap really is. The bar feels very sophisticated and cool, but has lots of touches of fun and whimsy. Along with things like a drink served in a monkey, the menu itself was almost childlike, with a wacky, bright red font, and past menus have had things like word searches and "spot the difference" pictures. It's a fun place, but they also know their mixed drinks and the menu, which divides their drinks into various categories by type of cocktail, features twists on classic cocktails, and shows a keen eye for the history of mixology. It's the type of place that cocktail experts will appreciate, but those who know nothing about cocktails will enjoy just as much.

After I finished my monkey drink, I asked our waiter if the bartender would make me a drink called the Twin Scouts. I had actually never considered using Lawwy and Tewwy as inspiration for a drink, so the name came at Ryan's suggestion.

Ryan at the top of the stairs leading to Nitecap. You'we the best, Wyan!

In not too long, my dwink was weady, and the Twin Scouts was placed on my table.

The Drink:
Laphroaig Scotch Whiskey
Famous Grouse Scotch Whiskey
Passion Fruit
Pineapple Juice
Lime juice
Garnish with pineapple (both the fruit and the leaves), maraschino cherry, and a cocktail umbrella

(I know I said I don't like to take pictures in dark bars, but...I had to get a picture of this absurd garnish. I'd already taken a few sips, and eaten the pineapple and cherry, but...just look at that umbrella and those pineapple leaves! Amazing. It was like drinking a tropical forest.)

Assessment of Drink: This was great--an unsurprisingly tropical drink, given the ingredients and the colorful garnish. Passion fruit is a fairly dominant flavor, and sure enough, it's the first thing you taste. At my first sip, I thought the passion fruit was actually too overpowering, and that it had drowned out the two scotches. I was wrong, though--the scotch was definitely there, but would kind of sneak up on you. Instead of being the dominant flavor, you'd get a distinct flavor of scotch as an aftertaste. This was a very pleasant surprise, with whiskey being the flavor that lingered on your tongue. This aftertaste also prevented the drink from being too sweet. Ultimately, it was a fun drink that is deceptively complex. It's a drink that you'll like whether you like to drink straight scotch or margaritas.

Does It Live Up To The Name: Sure. When the waiter brought the drink to our table, he initially just said "There are two types of whiskey," and didn't specify the type until afterwards. I hadn't thought too much about the name, but this is an obvious and clever solution--by having two varieties of whiskey, the "Twin" part of the drink's name is already taken care of.

I'm less sold on how this drink conveys the Scout part. The drink was distinctly tropical in flavor, and there's really nothing tropical about the scouts.

"This badge is for the limbo. And this badge is for surfing. And this badge is for a complete lack of a suntan. And this badge is for..."

The waiter actually explained why there was a tropical theme. Not sure what sort of drink I wanted, the bartender knew I had ordered the See No Evil already, which also has a bit of a tropical bent, so he had stayed in that theme. That still doesn't explain how the "Scouts" were represented in this drink. Maybe, because it had two scotches in it, and Scotch kind of sounds like Scout? Maybe he actually thought I was asking for a Twin Scotch--it wouldn't be the first time a bartender had misheard my drink order. But, no matter what, the Scout aspect is, I think, definitely missing from the drink, and that holds me back from being 100% sold on thinking this drink matches the name. Scouts, after all, have pretty much nothing to do with passion fruit.

But, despite this, I still was a big fan of the drink, and of Nitecap as a bar. It's a great, semi-secret place and I would definitely return. Next time I'm in the area and someone asks where's a good place to get a drink, I'll certainly be weady with a suggestion.