Yesterday evening Dan made Manhattans. We toasted in memory of his father who passed away eight years ago. It was a favourite drink of his Dad’s.
Interestingly, it is the same cocktail that Dan bought for me the very first time I visited America. I arrived on December 30, 1994. Dan met me at Logan Airport in Boston and suggested we take a ferry to the city so that I could see the nighttime skyline. By the time we arrived, we were ready for something to take off the chill.