Showing posts with label Menu cards. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Menu cards. Show all posts

Friday, July 23, 2010

The Fizz Event at PX blue light


Today, a peek at a very special event I attended this week to support another fabulous Virginia winery, Thibaut Janisson, and their creamy, delicious sparkling wine, Fizz. The event was held in partnership with PX Blue Light, as close to a modern-day speakeasy I have found.

We are off to beautiful Old Town Alexandria, Virginia, just a hop from Washington, DC. This section of the city has always very much reminded me of my haunts off Charles Street in the flat of the hill in Boston. When in the nation's Capitol, do not miss a visit.



This is my fabulous boss (seriously, she is), Rachel Martin, EVP of Boxwood Winery, with Claude Thibaut, founding partner of Thibaut Janisson Chateau and winemaker of Virginia Fizz.



PX Blue Light's legendary mixologist, Todd Thrasher, worked with the concentration and speed of a master, carefully crafting each Virginia Fizz cocktail with care for the guests crowded into PX to sample his luxe cocktail creations.



Todd developed a varied cocktail menu focused on all the bright, hot colors of a sparkling Virginia summer to best show off Fizz as a great sparkling wine for cocktails.

PX Blue Light
Virginia Fizz Cocktail Menu

PX Champagne Cocktail
Cavalier cherries, house-made cherry bitters, Grand Manier, Bacardi 151, and Virginia Fizz sparkling wine

Tahitian Dream
hibiscus tea, vanilla, Liquor 43, Woodford Reserve bourbon, and Virginia Fizz sparkling wine

175 Degree Cocktail
Grapefruit skins, yellow cardamon, bay leaf, Patron Silver Tequila, and Virginia Fizz sparkling wine

Summertime
Yellow watermelon sorbet, verbena fizz, pickled watermelon rind juice, cardamon, and and Virginia Fizz sparkling wine







The details at work at PX create a the snug, clandestine feel of a luxe speakeasy
tucked away off a street corner. There is, in true speakeasy style, no sign out front, and only a blue light above the door to let you know you have arrived.

The wrought iron protected shelves in the wall, looking not unlike a sorcerer's workshop, encase Todd Thrasher's self-made bitters in a dozen flavors or more. This attention to detail, this seriousness of his craft, is what sets Thrasher aside from every other mixologist in Washington, DC.



There is something about a glowing surface and cocktails in a range of enticing colors that I cannot resist. Bottles of homemade cherry bitters wait their turn in the PX Virginia Fizz Cocktail on the bar. The sweet and salty preserved lemons will make their way into The Tahitian Dream Virginia Fizz Cocktail.


PX is nothing short of a cocktail historian's tribute to drinks gone by. Small touches make the room elegant and studied but not overwhelmed with antiquities. Here, an antique absinthe dispenser sits on a former window sill, set off by the low glow of candles twinkling against dark, polished wood. PX's three rooms are filled with these small thoughtful cocktail-driven considerations.





The juxtaposition of Todd Thrasher's beautifully conceived cocktail menu against PX's ocean of rich navy velvet and dark wood walls caught my eye.



The room was jammed with happy guests holding cocktails which were no less than promised: Magnificent to the eye, dancing on the palate, and full of a delicious Virginia sparkling wine now adored by the crowd for its ability to make a great cocktails: Virginia Fizz of Thibaut Janisson.







Featured sponsor

my choice for boys bedding

Saturday, March 7, 2009

Life. Love. And what we ate.

Hosts and hostesses in the modern era sometimes choose not to provide menu cards on their dinner tables. When hosting small dinners at home, I rarely place a card at each setting and sometimes not on the table either. However, there is always a printed formal card in the kitchen, usually two: One on the most-used counter top, and other affixed to the fridge by magnet: this helps me to remember all the courses, dishes, and wines. Even for the smallest event I have found these to be indispensable. I see to it they are on quality menu stock and I pen them ever so carefully myself because I like things to be aesthetically pleasing to my eye: but you could scratch them on to the flat side of a rock with flint if it works for you; its' your tool, after all.

I've saved my cards over the years, most no one but I will ever see. I also tucked away the menu cards from my wedding (we had a few upright on each table on stock which matched the invitations), from the weddings and events of my closest friends, and any important great meals otherwise. I have never bothered arrange them. just nipped them all away in a big box. Then I got to thinking how I loved the collection and how these might be a lovely thing to collect and frame, especially if one lives the Hostess dream day in and out, like yours truly.

I plan to start straight away and create a non-central wall of historic menu cards. Because you see, they bear witness to history, do they not?

One chronicled the meal served to a British Queen by a Texan in the White House.

Official menu card of the bush White House state dinner for Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II and Prince Philip, 2007

Another is an aching reminder of a young, glorious, and vibrant White House, less than one year before it was lost to a tragic and unforgivable ending...


Official menu card, White House, 1962

Some will cause you to wonder about the signatures and why at some of the guests scribbled their names on the opposite side of the card. Who were they? Or what would they become?

Menu card, Carnival Dinner, RMS Aussonia, 1932


They would be present as future kings were welcomed to Leeds and everywhere else at one time or another...


Menu card, Official Ball to welcome HRH Prince of Wales to Leeds, 1868

They would be beautiful works of art all their own.

Menu card from the French steamer, Laos, 1899


They would chronicle meals survived by vessels traveling bravely in the second great war.

Christmas Day Menu, HMS Krestle, 1944, Sea History UK

What story will they tell about you and I and this age we live through together, I wonder?