In the Jimmy Carter era, my dad drank what we called the “Stop Light Special”: two fingers of bargain Scotch over gas-station ice in a Styrofoam cup with a splash of soda water, just so. He kept a bottle under the passenger seat of his white Plymouth Fury and I’d make it for him quick at a red light, listening to the ice and Scotch mingle while scanning the streets for cops. Anyway, that one’s free of charge. The rest will cost you.
Imbibe!

Author(s): David Wondrich
Rarely does a single book beget a publishing trend, let alone a cultural watershed. But post-Wondrich, cocktails got gentrified. I’m not saying we wouldn’t have “craft cocktails” without Imbibe!, or that Wondrich is some kind of mountaintop oracle, but it would’ve taken us longer to get here, and it wouldn’t be nearly as interesting. While plenty of books predated Wondrich’s – David Embury’s The Fine Art of Mixing Drinks, William Grimes’s Straight Up or On the Rocks, Wayne Curtis’s And a Bottle of Rum – Imbibe! set the bar higher. Part bar manual, part social history, part inebriant phenomenology, part celebration of famed barman Jerry Thomas, the book amounts to nothing less than a template for living.