The Jamie B's an awful pretty cocktail, don't you think?
So, I walk into a bar in Vancouver and there's a priest, a rabbi and Jamie Boudreau.
OK, just couldn't resist the setup for classic going-into-a-bar gag. There was no priest. No rabbi. In fact, on a rainy Monday night, my friend and I were the only ones in the super cool Clough Club in Gastown. But there was a familiar-sounding name splashed on the cocktail menu.
The Jamie Boudreau was a whiskey drink, with a touch of sweetness and a lemon twist to keep it interesting. When I asked the manager what was up with naming a drink for the uber-barkeep from Canon, he couldn't stop gushing. In Canada, Jamie B's King Shit.
Not all that surprising since Boudreau's a Canadian native who rose up through the Vancouver bar scene, and has done a mess of guest bartending North O' The Border. Still, I was impressed by the depths of the admiration these B.C. drinkmeisters had for the man who's been called "The Cocktail Whisperer." (What the hell does that mean, exactly?)
After enjoying a couple of swell small plates at the Clough Club and another drinky-poo, my pal and I toddled off to check out another watering hole. Damn, no room at the bar at our first choice, L'Abbatoir, so we stumbled down the cobbled street known as Blood Alley. Score! Closed out the evening at Salt.
It was only after I got back home and tried unsuccessfully to recreate the Jamie Boudreau that I started poking around the interWEB and found Mr. B has got a series of neat-o how-to videos called "Raising the Bar." I am so hooked. I can't stop watching 'em. Mainly, in the morning, while I'm nursing a hangover and munching a bowl of cornflakes.
Check out Jamie's tips on muddling mint, just in time for next weekend's Kentucky Derby.