Cocktail Paris

Sharon Bowman

Sharon Bowman
In a previous thread we discussed Paris's cocktail options.

I am here to note that a new one has entered the scene. It opens March 15, and last night was the shindig. It is called Candelaria.

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I, lover of wine, eschewer (that needs some hard teeth) of everything but wine in the alcoholic world, nevertheless enjoyed two glasses of "Naked and Famous," though I was only partially one or the other. (Oh, fine, neither of either.)

Mezcal, Aperol, Chartreuse Jaune, and lime in a martini glass. Pretty fine.

And lots of candles.

And something NY will be a bit worn out on, but: a speakeasy setup behind a chop shop in front (a taqueria!). Overlit bright white-walled taqueria, then a flat panel on the back of the room; no doorknob or handle. Push hard. Enter a candlelit, stone-walled, dim cocktail bar.

The bartender was sporting a beard and a flannel shirt. Yet he was French.

Flaw in the system: no communication of food to the back room.

But, I kid not, what with the Lassaigne and Vionnet and Puzelat and other Loire wines and Calvados I managed to put into my system yesterday night at a couple of other stops, I have the taste of the mezcal, aperol, chartreuse jaune, and lime short drink in my mouth today. It's stayed with me all day, walking down the street under the cloudy skies. Nakedly. Fameux.
 
I have a hard time drinking around a ton of tall burning candles. I have found the parafin smell to be difficult to take while ingesting. But maybe I just had a bad experience.
 
All the ingredients of a major motion picture: evocative, molten, aromatic, tipsy, atmospheric, early Christian, revelatory, revealing, epidermal, epidural, cross-cultural, Chartreuse of Parma, Pancho Villa, midnight hour, reality show. Mix and serve.
 
originally posted by Levi Dalton:
I have a hard time drinking around a ton of tall burning candles. I have found the parafin smell to be difficult to take while ingesting. But maybe I just had a bad experience.

I wouldn't say I have a hard time drinking, but I agree that the smell doesn't help.
 
originally posted by Oswaldo Costa:
She pays $300 and still has to have sex with the priest. What's this world coming to?

I thought she had to pay only for the charm. The sex was a freebie/good customer bonus?
 
My guess would be that the sex was part of the ceremony to create the charm.

Which makes the voodoo racket sound like a better deal than I would have thought.
 
originally posted by Oswaldo Costa:
SantoriaAll the ingredients of a major motion picture: evocative, molten, aromatic, tipsy, atmospheric, early Christian, revelatory, revealing, epidermal, epidural, cross-cultural, Chartreuse of Parma, Pancho Villa, midnight hour, reality show. Mix and serve.
The Name of the Rose? Except for Pancho Villa, which was added by the marketing department for a tex-mex grocery brand tie-in.
 
originally posted by kirk wallace:
Perhaps your experience wasn't as bad as it might have been.....
originally posted by Levi Dalton:
I have a hard time drinking around a ton of tall burning candles. I have found the parafin smell to be difficult to take while ingesting. But maybe I just had a bad experience.

Cautionary tale ....

All those Candles ....

You should talk wih Brooklyn Guy about this sort of thing some time. He lived in a building with a Voodoo priest back awhile ago. He moved because he suspected just this sort of thing would eventually happen, which actually is what occured, as there was later a fire in that building. Before he moved he asked somebody who knew about the Voodoo ways what was going on with all the candles and the chicken blood? The guy, who lived elsewhere, said "Is there a man who sits outside of your house most times?" Upon a reply in the affirmative, the guy further inquired "does this man always wear a white hat?" to which the answer was again a yes. The guy didn't even hesitate, and told BG "Yeah, you should move. There is going to be a fire in your building."

Apparently the Voodoo Priests like to sit outside during the day, and they usually wear white hats.
 
originally posted by Levi Dalton:
originally posted by kirk wallace:
Perhaps your experience wasn't as bad as it might have been.....
originally posted by Levi Dalton:
I have a hard time drinking around a ton of tall burning candles. I have found the parafin smell to be difficult to take while ingesting. But maybe I just had a bad experience.

Cautionary tale ....

All those Candles ....

You should talk wih Brooklyn Guy about this sort of thing some time. He lived in a building with a Voodoo priest back awhile ago. He moved because he suspected just this sort of thing would eventually happen, which actually is what occured, as there was later a fire in that building. Before he moved he asked somebody who knew about the Voodoo ways what was going on with all the candles and the chicken blood? The guy, who lived elsewhere, said "Is there a man who sits outside of your house most times?" Upon a reply in the affirmative, the guy further inquired "does this man always wear a white hat?" to which the answer was again a yes. The guy didn't even hesitate, and told BG "Yeah, you should move. There is going to be a fire in your building."

Apparently the Voodoo Priests like to sit outside during the day, and they usually wear white hats.

Brooklyn is where, it seems, everything is going on. (I will definitely want to talk to BG about this.)
 
originally posted by Levi Dalton:
I have a hard time drinking around a ton of tall burning candles. I have found the parafin smell to be difficult to take while ingesting. But maybe I just had a bad experience.

They were actually off to the side in a niche/alcove. I went over and took their picture. They could not be smelled from the sofas and armchairs upon which we sat to drink.
 
originally posted by Sharon Bowman:
originally posted by Levi Dalton:
I have a hard time drinking around a ton of tall burning candles. I have found the parafin smell to be difficult to take while ingesting. But maybe I just had a bad experience.

They were actually off to the side in a niche/alcove. I went over and took their picture. They could not be smelled from the sofas and armchairs upon which we sat to drink.
And what about the bearded, be-flanneled bartender?
 
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