London Evening Standard
Evening Standard Cocktails Blog
09 May 2012Â
“Bartender, I’d like a Manhattan, please”, says Bette Midler…Â
…and once the piano has bluesed the scene, and Bette has placed her order in a prim, teasing Upper East Side sort of voice, a sax squawks and Tom Waits announces his presence, making it clear that this is a duet. â€œAaaargghghghghmmmm,â€ he says. Or perhaps itâ€™s more of a â€œHiâ€¦rgghrgh…umm.â€ At any rate, you get the picture: downtown bar, grizzled barfly spots classy lady at ten oâ€™clock, sidles up, clears his not inconsiderable throat and tries his luck: â€œStop me if youâ€™ve heard this oneâ€¦â€
Iâ€™m not sure what Waits is drinking, probably Scotch and razorblades. (â€œIâ€™d rather have a bottle in front of me than a frontal lobotomy,â€ he once explained to a chat show host). But we can be fairly certain that it is a Manhattan that fuels Bette Midlerâ€™s worldly put-downs. â€œNow tell me do you really think Iâ€™d fall for that old lie?â€ she teases. â€œI was not born just yesterday.â€
And yet her choice of drink sort of gives her away. Would aÂ realÂ Manhattan lady wonder into a bar on her own and order something as potent as a Manhattan? Even if it is her municipal drink? Even given the robust palates of earlier generations? Even given that the Manhattan is among the finest cocktails yet discovered (sultry, smoky, rich, compelling), thereâ€™s something determined about that. She is seeking a similar shade of oblivion to Waits ; â€œIâ€™ve been around the block so many times,â€ as she blearily concedes. He dutifully does the math: Tough drink + tough broad = â€œYouâ€™re bitter â€˜cos he left you, thatâ€™s why youâ€™re drinking in this barâ€.
And so, this pair of strangers would appear to have fallen in love, the suckers, with the sentimental denouement has already foreshadowed in the very first line. A Manhattan, of course, is made with bourbon, vermouth â€“ andÂ bitters. It is tough, but just sweet enough. It’s proper Manhattan. Â In a contemporary version of I Never Talk to Strangers, the Bette Midler character would order a Cosmopolitan instead; she wouldnâ€™t have finished the night lighting a cigarette on Tom Waitsâ€™s mattress; she would be typing something sassy on her laptop, alone. Times change, huh?
Then again, while I tend to think of the Manhattan as a masculine, after-dark, aftershave-y sort of drink, one that goes well with smoke, steak and Miles Davis, it wasnâ€™t ever thus. There’s a wonderful scene in Some Like It Hot, where Marilyn Monroe fixes a round of Manhattans for an entire female orchestra on a train, after lights out. Her resourcefulness when faced with a bottle of bourbon is highly impressive: â€œWhoâ€™s got some vermouth?â€; â€œRun down to the pantry car and get some ice would ya?â€ I suppose thatâ€™s why everyone fell in love with her.
2 Â½Â shots of bourbon (or rye)
1 shot of Italian vermouth
Dash of bitters (essential)
Orange twist (or maraschino cherry if you’ve a decent one)
Freeze your glass, and actually do this habitually, save me having to remind you. Pour the ingredients into you shaker – you are looking for a 5:2 ratio of bourbon to vermouth, which roughly equates to a hefty glug plus a generous dash. Â Stir the ingredients with a whole lot of ice for quite some time, then strain into the ice cold glass. Twist the orange to release fine spray of bitters, then drop into the glass and consume immediately.
For aÂ Perfect Manhattan, use Â Â½ shot of French vermouth, Â Â½ shot of Italian (so, a 5:1:1 ratio) – the term “Perfect” in this context means equal parts each vermouth. For aÂ Dry Manhattan, use all French vermouth (though I find this too dry). As an aside, when I was a cocktail pup, I used to make Manhattans with Cinzano, which is a sweet, white Italian vermouth. It may not have been correct, but at the time, my ignorance was pretty blissful.