The mystery is solved — sort of. Ever wonder why it’s called a cocktail? I have, and I set out to learn the answer. So, I checked with Gary (Gaz) Regan, my friend and business associate and, a fountainhead of information about all sorts of booze business matters. He...
You walk into a saloon, belly up to the bar, and ask for a Dry Gin Martini, straight-up, no garnish, water on the side, no ice. The bartender asks if you want a particular brand of gin. You make your choice. You give it to her straight. “Brimelow’s Gin, please. The...
