This Roosevelt version was as perfectly balanced as the no-named version, but this version popped in every sense as if someone double-tapped the sparkly "enhance photo" button on their phone before bringing these beauties to our table.
It's a little unfair for YOF Club to stroll into a French restaurant and expect a rockin' and rollin' Old Fashioned.
On the teetertotter of tension between the sweetness of sugar and the bite of alcohol, the alcohol's the Albert on this inner-city playground. If you are looking for balance, it ain't here.
Wowza. After the first sip, we whispered amongst ourselves, stunned: "What if the first place we tried is the best place?" It very well may be because that Ole Fash was the best damn Ole Fash I'd ever had.
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