Why pretend?

Dr. Boli's Celebrated Magazine.

EDITED BY H. ALBERTUS BOLI, LL.D.

 

1234567 All good children go to heaven

From the brilliant Phil Collins. 1998 George Martin Album - In My Life.

This beautiful beautiful world

Until I grab the the dog and we hide away together in the cold downstairs rec-room with a bottle of champagne and a rawhide chew while everybody talks too loud at the same time upstairs. I kiss the dog's soft head, press my heated forehead to the cold windowpane, watch the moon, and am grateful for this beautiful beautiful world. Merry Christmas

A Domestic Catalogue: Exhibit A

Cole Haan "air" loafer. Metallic gold. Victorious eBay win at a great price because no one else bid on these. I can't imagine why. Hereafter to be referred to as my "King Midas loafers".  I'm thrilled thrilled thrilled. And you'll be able see me walking in the dark.

Also I'm secretly patting myself on the back because look at the price J Crew gets for theirs!

Barkeep, a Ramos Gin Fizz for Sis and in the name of God take a day off.

 

http://fredhuergo.wordpress.com/2011/06/14/stop-motion-saturday-the-ramos-gin-fizz/

Sis Fooch got the Captain (my twin brother) and I hooked on the Ramos Gin Fizzes at the Buena Vista Cafe in San Francisco. In spite of uber cranky Snidley Whiplash, the bartender who apparently has not had a day off in 50 years and the surly waitresses who passive-aggressively toss the cocktail napkins and bark that the tables must be shared, we do enjoy our Irish Coffees, our Ramos Gin Fizzes and some seriously lackluster toast and english muffins. The Buena Vista may be an institution, but good lord, they are like the Soup Nazi of Irish Coffee.

That said, one does feel spiritually purged, having a Ramos Gin Fizz, after a bracing early morning cable car ride to the Buena Vista: Full of protein and creamy white jagged shards of ice. You get that nice cold milkshake shaker of the surplus too, which feels like a special little present just for you. Oh, the glory of it all!

Sissy posted this great animated gif on her blog, Smart Dame Tales. Want to know how to actually make one? Check it out.

All hail the Monarch

For, oh, at least 15 plus years now (!)  my friend Gary and I have met each December to go Christmas shopping in San Francisco. He used to be my boss at UC Berkeley; we worked together for many years. I called him "chief" and we had a great working partnership and stayed close friends.

(Note to self: resurrect "Dynasty" shoulder pads. Very slimming) 1997

This year we had lunch at Tartine on Guerrero street, which was delicious, shopped up and down Valencia Street, and finally had a pre-ferry boat/BART boarding cocktail at The House of Shields. It was fun to go to such an old-school SF bar. Gary had a Manhattan while I asked the bartender to make something light. He came up with delightful cocktail, lemony and lovely, and informed us it's a "Monarch" minus the mint. Naturally I had to recreate it at home, and quelle surprise, I had all the ingredients, thanks to my sister giving me a giant bottle of St. Germain.

Hail to the Chief and the Monarch. Long may they live. 

• 1 1/2 oz gin
• 3/4 oz St. Germain elderflower liqueur
• 1/2 oz lemon juice
• 1/2 oz simple syrup

Ice in a shaker; shakey, shakey, shakey. Lemon peel around the rim and twisted in the glass.
Simple and refreshing.  Need I say, use quality gin. 


Here's the actual Monarch Cocktail recipe, courtesy of Chris Paciorek.

Brotips

I LOVE Brotips. Some very clever writing. And on the subject of over-used popular phrases, you're a tool if you say: "Really?","Seriously?","Just sayin'","Best. {Something}.Ever.", "Fuck yeah {whatever it is you like}.com", "{something something something},much?" and "Bitches be liking {whatever it is you think they like}."

The Perfect Tool Storm: "Really Kathleen? Seriously?? Come on!, bitches be likein' those phrases. Fuck-yeah-Brotips.com! Best. Blog. Ever. Just sayin'.

Her Morning Elegance

Union Square, San Francisco.

 I'm up on a tightrope, one side's hate and one is hope....


Windows, Louis Vuitton. Thanksgiving weekend 2011.

My Huckleberry Friend

So sweet and so tender. I get misty-eyed every time I hear this.

They'll bust your kneecaps

Oh Johnny, the family won't like this