Niiice! I too purchased a copy of this book from a Goodwill and cherish it.

Every single photo inside depicts swinger parties, I kid you not.

Sir:

The W.C. Fields is the simplest most effective cocktail known to anyone of sophisticated taste. Down a straight shot of rye whiskey, rinse your fingers in the water chaser, dry them with your napkin, order another.

When asked by a society matron why he disdained water, Mr. Fields replied, "fish fuck in it". A thought for you water Nazis out there.

I remain your humble servant,

Jacomus

It is simply unthinkable to make fun of a drinkable.

Oh, I say, chappie, I rhymed! Imagine that! Ha! Wait until the boys in the home office hear of this. Except Wilberforce, of course. What? I did it again, a rhyme. Oh, frabjous day, two in one day, what?

Next!

P.S. A piece about drink should never be funny and, thank God, this one (typically) wasn't.

P.P.S. Will be back after trying several recipes from said book.

Next!

Um, how about the Wicked Cricket? or the Dirty Cherry? ok, I know those are pretty lame, but c'mon, no one else is even trying! Can't someone cleverer than me figure out a good booze + local hipster expensiveness = pithy drink name?

I love that your wife's name is Kitty.

I like you.

I like you too. You gave me a low score in the $5 Food Challenge and I still like you, dammit.

The Ginger Cricket