Vessel

“The Presbyterian.” That was the name of my drink. The menu said it was from c. 1890 and pervasive in drinking establishments across America. Scotch, water, ginger beer, and some fancy kind of bitters. Vessel is way into bitters. I have no idea what bitters are.

It was worth trying once but I don’t think I’d ever order a “Presbyterian” again, despite my Scottish heritage.

As for the venue… chic, modern, cold, weird. The three of us sat in the window like mannequins on display. Not comfortable. Too expensive. Not to my taste. Give me a straight up Sapphire martini with an olive any old day and I’m a happy guy.