What with all the grant-writing (preserve us), I think I forgot to link to the last thing I handed over to the Burlington Free Press.  I wrote a bit about using a local Vermont gin that suspiciously resembles Old Tom in a local-influenced French 75, and in the more classic Martinez.

This week I wrote about the Manhattan.  We both (all?) know that it’s a bit of a fallback, but I woke up on the day of the deadline, realized I hadn’t had anything neat and local to incorporate into a drink, and, while I work for free, I still have some small, unextinguished spark of pride.  Thus, well, you can go read it – just don’t expect anything besides a reminder of why it’s been the best classy drink for more than a century.