While in New Orleans, she stayed at the Windsor Court Hotel with a friend and spent inordinate amounts of time with him in its fancy Polo Club Lounge, fascinated as a bartender named Roger theatrically concocted Sazeracs.
“I’m not a cocktail kind of girl,” she said. “But this bartender had so much passion. It’s almost like a relationship: the precise balance of the ingredients that go into it, especially the bitters, right? Then you drink it, and it becomes completely reckless.”
She and her friend smuggled their Sazeracs into the men’s steam room. “Oh no, I’m sure there’s some medical warning that you’re not supposed to drink a Sazerac in a steam room,” she said, laughing. “I’ll never be allowed in that hotel again.”
Nicely put. Wonderful things happen when passion mixes with bitters.