More Photos From My New Yorker Martini Tour

Plus a tribute to the real heroes

My New Yorker martini piece caused quite a stir (as well as a shake) and I’m pleased to offer my readers some more behind-the-scenes photography taken with a very shaken hand and a drunken eye.

Here’s the article in case you haven’t seen it: https://www.newyorker.com/culture/annals-of-gastronomy/a-martini-tour-of-new-york-city

First, a salute to the real heroes, the drinkers who said “What does it mean in English ‘last-a call-a?” J.Smith-Cameron, Adam Platt, Amor Towles — I adore you

You’ve seen the excellent Martinis that Amor and I had at the Chelsea’s Lobby Bar but may I also invite you to eat the excellently spiced shrimp salad as an accompaniment? (Blurry photography, but hey I’m drunk!)

I never realized how much I love Jesus until I saw him in bartender form at Tigre on Rivington. He has risen, indeed, and now he’s making insanely good cockatils.

Honored to call one of NY’s most legendary food critics my buddy. He’s good for a quote or two as well.