The longer the yarn that accompanies a Charles H. Baker, Jr., cocktail, the nearer and dearer it was to his heart. And the page-and-a-half tale that accompanies the Rosy Dawn cocktail is actually quite sweet—it’s a pity that I can’t simply reproduce it here, as an example of just how charming Baker’s purple prose can be. I’ll summarize the story, though, starting with this part:
[A]fter many Rosy Dawns, [the wife of the editor of the Hongkong Telegraph] got so sentimental about our recent fiancée that she said as long as she couldn’t attend the wedding in person she would like to see us married somehow.
So on the spot, aboard a ship, they staged a raucous faux wedding ceremony. After a long night,
as we came finally up the spidery forward gangway the first fingers of a Rosy Dawn searched up and over the stark mountains surrounding Hongkong’s superb harbor, and painted the hull of the MARIPOSA a maiden blush tint where she lay just to the eastward of our own berth.
Awww, cute. I love it when a cocktail book gets all sentimental. Read More