A couple of visits ago, one of my favorite Washington moments was sitting at Quill – the bar at The Jefferson – and sipping a sidecar. I asked the bartender to make it with cognac instead of brandy, and to forego any notion of a sugared rim. He happily obliged, and the result was exquisite. Chris and I hung out beside the warm glow of the bar, chatting with the bartender, and ordering a second round.
A good bartender, a life-long friend, and a decent cocktail make a certain recipe for a happy memory. As the winter swirled wickedly outside the windows, we reminisced and looked ahead, talking about everything and nothing as old friends are wont to do. The perfect antidote for the winter blues.
