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Another cocktail recipe: Pisco Punch

I am the office mixologist.

Not a title I was trying to land, but I’ve been experimenting with new and unfamiliar cocktails, and people have encouraged me to share.

It’s been a lot of fun being a workplace bartender. A few months ago, I used Meyer lemons and bing cherries to make whiskey sours in a conference room. After that, I blended a pitcher of melon-basil agua fresca with two bottles of Prosecco, creating a new drink I’ve decided to call the Yerba Fresca.

A friend recently introduced me to Walter Moore, a Sommelier who’s also a principal at Fool’s Gold Terroir, a San Francisco firm that produces Campo de Encanto brandy de Perú.

Encanto Pisco is manufactured by artisan distillers who’ve created something I have a hard time describing; it’s smooth, clean on the palate and to me, earthy and grape-y in a way that European brandies are not. I’ve always felt pretentious when offering tasting notes, so just head to a well-stocked bar and order a Pisco drink.  If the place is sufficiently swank, you’ll encounter the Pisco Sour, which uses egg whites (sorry, vegans!) and fresh lemon juice.

I recommend Encanto for one reason: Perúvians take Pisco as seriously as the French view wine. In its first year, Campo de Encanto was awarded the Gran Medalla de Oro by the Comisión Nacional del Pisco. One could argue that it’s the best Pisco in the world.

Pisco Punch was created in San Francisco and was praised by famous boozers like Mark Twain and Rudyard Kipling, so you know it’s quality. If it’s tradition you’re looking for, Google the original recipe — like many San Franciscans, I insist on doing things my own way, so this has been tweaked a bit.

Pisco punch for happy hour!

If you’re making a batch for a few friends, reduce the proportions by about 75%. Optimally, you’d find a gathering of 25 people who are up for something new and would bring a gallon or two of this with you:

Ingredients:

  • 2 pounds fresh cut pineapple chunks
  • 1 pint blackberries
  • 1 pint raspberries
  • 18 oz. bottle of Small Hand Pineapple Gum Syrup
  • 10 limes
  • granulated sugar, to taste
  • 5 pounds of ice (get 10 to be safe)
  • 2 bottles Campo de Encanto Pisco
  • Angostura bitters

Equipment:

  • citrus squeezer
  • muddler
  • sharp knife
  • cutting board
  • zester (or a super-fine grater)
  • ice tongs
  • two 1-gallon containers

Directions:

Zest the limes. Better yet, get someone else to zest them for you. Use a citrus squeezer to juice the fruit; combine the juice and zest, then set aside.

In separate bowls, muddle the berries and pineapple. Add half of the juice/zest and half of the bottle of gym syrup to each container, then add the berries to one container, and the pineapple to the other.

Dissolve about two cups of sugar in four cups of very hot water; once warm, divide the syrup between the containers. Stir each container thoroughly, then taste your mix — it should taste like punch that’s a shade too sweet; if not, add more sugar.

Add several dashes of bitters, stir and taste with a spoon.

Pour one bottle of Encanto simultaneously into each container. Because it’s fun.

Agitate to mix, then queue up “El Condor Pasa” on iTunes.

To Serve:

Fill a lowball glass with ice, then turn to your new best friend and ask them if they prefer pineapple or berry.

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Off The Grid: San Francisco in action.

I’m sneaking in this blog post while I wait for dinner to be served.

I’m at Off The Grid, a weekly event in which food trucks from around the San Francisco Bay Area roll into a disused parking lot in Haight-Ashbury, park in a “U,” and sell their wares.

Right now, I’m waiting for Ahi sliders with wasabi aioli from Curbside. A motto stenciled on their shiny aluminum Land Yacht reads, “don’t make me pull this kitchen over.”

There are 9 other trucks here offering everything from cupcakes to Vietnamese street food. I try to swing by here on Thursdays after work when time permits The sisig rice plate I had last week was tasty, but fatty. The balsamic caramel cupcakes were delightful. And fatty.

However, this isn’t a blog post about food. To me, Off The Grid represents what I love about San Francisco; it’s familiar, yet unexpected. Yes, there’s an unlikely assortment of cuisine and a predictable hipster retinue, but there’s also families and other folks from the neighborhood.

If you’d like to see San Francisco in action, make the trip to Stanyan & Waller some Thursday between 4:30 and 8:30.

Right across from the McDonald’s, because this city works best when it has some creative tension.

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The Golden Rule for content guidelines and user policies: “Keep it simple.”

The best rules are easy to follow: The Ten Commandments, the 5-second rule, look both ways, etc.

When rules are easily understood, people more or less fall in line, even if regulations are illogical. (I know someone who’s trying to buy unpasteurized milk, and you’d think he was asking for help building a still. Yet, everyone seems to know a guy.)

Here are two great examples of guidelines that work; I’ve spent time in these environments and have studied the behavior there closely. First, the House Rules from Milk & Honey, a bar on the Lower East Side:

  1. No name-dropping, no star fucking.
  2. No hooting, hollering, shouting or other loud behaviour.
  3. No fighting, play fighting, no talking about fighting.
  4. Gentlemen will remove their hats. Hooks are provided.
  5. Gentlemen will not introduce themselves to ladies. Ladies, feel free to start a conversation or ask the bartender to introduce you. If a man you don’t know speaks to you, please lift your chin slightly and ignore him.
  6. Do not linger outside the front door.
  7. Do not bring anyone unless you would leave that person alone in your home. You are responsible for the behaviour of your guests.
  8. Exit the bar briskly and silently. People are trying to sleep across the street. Please make all your travel plans and say all farewells before leaving the bar.

Due largely to the House Rules and a bartender staff that trained at Hogwarts, this is one of the best places to drink in the world. I’ve seen Gentlemen asked to leave for violating rules #2 and #5. Because it’s one of the world’s best bars, other patrons see the consequences and pay close heed, enjoying a relaxed time because everyone knows how they’re supposed to behave.

The second example is from the San Francisco Municipal Railway, a system I know quite well:
If your guidelines are more verbose than this, they're too wordy. Rewrite them.

Some years ago, I was riding a crowded bus during rush hour when a nogoodnik pulled out a Sharpie and started expressing himself freely on a window.

“Stop that. Stop that right now.”

Several of us turned to see an elderly fellow sitting directly behind young Banksy. He was at least 70, and he would brook no bullshit.

“What’d you say, old man?” There were spectators, so the young man puffed himself up a bit.

“You heard me. I pay for this bus, we all do. And I don’t want you marking it up!” He jabbed a finger at a decal near the door listing the criminal penalties for graffiti.

Youngblood held his stare for a few beats, then capped the pen and stashed it behind his ear. He got off at the next stop.

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