I went to what is being called a hot new spot last night. HK is a restaurant at 39th & Ninth, and they've opened up a two-level club next door. It's pretty fancy inside, I must say. It looks beautiful. Last night was one of those 20-something-hotties parties (a friend invited me - 20-something hasn't described me in a while) where everyone stands around and models and watches everyone else. Believe it or not, one of them engaged me in a discussion of whether U.S. government (my position) or English Parliament (his position) was a better form of government. It felt like he was trying to impress and confuse me, talking as fast as he could as he rattled off a bunch of stuff. But, I appreciated his effort.
What soured (quite literally) the evening were the bartenders. Neither of them spoke anything better than incredibly broken English, and neither of them knew what they were doing. I ordered a "lemondrop martini" from the first one. I watched him add lime juice and vermouth to it, which seemed odd. But, I figured, he must know what he's doing. No such luck. It was terrible. I asked the other bartender (who, I was told, is better) to remake them. He used lime juice - and triple sec. I guess a lime and an orange make a lemon in Brazil.
I don't know as I'll be headed back anytime soon. Too bad, really, because the place does seem nice. And BTW, this is how to make a lemondrop:
Combine over ice. Shake. Pour into sugar-rimmed glass. Enjoy.