In either New York Magazine or The New Yorker (we subscribe to both and I can never remember which had which article) there was a mention of frozen mint juleps. Well, actually the biggest mention of them lately has to be in the April/May issue of Garden and Gun in an article called The Southern Invasion of NYC.
That article discussed how the restaurant Tipsy Parson
(which I mentioned in this post
about the sudden popularity of Southern food in NYC according to NY Mag) “debuted the city’s first frozen mint julep machine late last year, and thirsty patrons crowded the bar all winter long.”
A frozen mint julep? Now, I like plenty of shaved ice in the bottom of my julep cup but never thought about having one in the style of a frozen margarita.
Tuesday night, Av and I went out on a mommy-daddy date to The Veranda
in B’ham, and I asked if they could make me one for my cocktail (Av is on an Old Fashioned
kick). Here’s how it turned out:
I never really know how to take it when restaurants use regular drinking glasses for mint juleps (other than to be ever-so-slightly pleased because this holds more than a julep cup does) but I have to say, colder = really great.
Usually I’m all about tradition, but just imagine enjoying a frozen mint julep on a hot August evening. What
The drink that’s being offered at Tipsy Parson is called a Frozen Ginger-Honey Julep
. I found some other recipes online including this one from Emeril
and this at Fine Living
but what was both funny and sad was that the Kentucky Derby site (where mint juleps are part of the experience) has a recipe
for them that has three ingredients: mint, bourbon, and *sweet & sour mix*. Sweet and Sour mix? For shame, y’all!
Now, these pics are a little dark, but we were basking in atmosphere (I actually heard someone at another table ask the waiter for a flashlight so he could read the menu! Sure enough, they had one.):
This was the ‘Corn Fried Apalachicola Oysters’ appetizer with ‘Imported Olives, Crumbled Feta and Crispy Capers with Chiffonadé Romaine Lettuce and Lemon Emulsion’:
To say it was amazing…well, I need a better adjective than amazing. It was crazy-wonderful.
Av started with the ‘Crispy Louisiana Softshell Crawfish with Mirliton Avocado Slaw and Smoked Jalapeño Butter’:
Ohmystars that was great too.
My entree was the ‘Pork Porterhouse from Fudge Farms on a bed of Fried Eggplant, Olives, Mirliton, Concassé Tomatoes and Peppers, tossed with a Caper Compound Butter’:
I almost *never* order pork in a restaurant (unless we’re talking barbecue joint) but that was the best entree I’ve had in months. Seriously. And while saying “Fudge Farm Pork” sounds a little weird, the best chefs at the best restaurants (Hot & Hot
, Trattoria Centrale
, Capitol Grille
, obv. here at Veranda
) are using it.
…has spent 30 years breeding hogs to return them to their pureline mother breeds from Africa and Europe. By leasing his stock to be raised by Amish farmers, Fudge maintains ownership of his genetic investment while being assured his hogs grow up naturally, foraging afield and roaming freely.
Last time I checked, Fudge Farms is also available at V. Richard’s
Av had the ribeye:
Oh! And we talked for a while with Chef Tom Robey, who is great (great!!) and had me daydreaming about driving to Louisiana for some Honey Island chanterelles.
Well, we had to have dessert – praline cheesecake on the left and peanut butter pie on the right:
Can’t wait for next time!