The No Name: Review

No pictures were taken for the sake of keeping the mystery alive. I have no duty to tell you the location, besides the obvious fact of this establishment being nestled in Boulder, CO. The enchantment that you could perhaps perceive from visiting Boulder, will solidify here. I felt as though I could make it my local bar while also simultaneously feeling like I was being jetted off on a magic carpet through the desert to a bar with no name.

Lets get to the meat of this sandwich.

Blood and Sand

My PIC first chose an old cocktail based off of a film from 1922, Blood and Sand. Known for the utilization of fresh blood orange juice and scotch whisky. We were both outwardly detested. Their rendition used regular “fresh” orange juice and a Laphroig 10 year and was served in a martini glass straight up. It was immensely clear that a Scottish whisky was used due to the overwhelming amount of peat in my nostrils, first inhalation, and end palate. I have no problem with peat. I have a problem with peat being used in a mixed cocktail. The drink itself shall remain hearty and rugged — but to enjoy all components as they congeal, one must not outdo the others so intently. I would give it another go with another approach on the scotch whisky and actual blood orange.

Paper Airplane

Creator of the Penicillin cocktail, Sam Ross, fabricated the Paper Airplane. Bourbon, bitter components, and fresh lemon juice, over rocks is perhaps a perfectly dialed in afternoon cocktail. One where one might be sitting endlessly on the patio in a sun hat enjoying the sun go from noon to twilight. Bulleit Bourbon brought a robust, sweet, and peppery aspect when immersed with the bitter components and the fresh lemon juice. Poured over rocks in a rocks glass or a double rocks glass. It was the perfect amount of cocktail. “House specialty” understandably so.

Mezcal Negroni

Your traditional Negroni meets smoky Mezcal in creation for something rather different. It isn’t often that I consume either of these elements but once builded upon each other, bitter smokiness emanates bright red hues and pure enjoyment. This last-minute addition to my review endeavors, was served over rocks in a rocks glass.

It is of my interest to return again, to enjoy the late night music scene, to endure the dark lit dreary hipster vibrations that my peers have set for me.