A windy and chilly evening found a friend and myself desperately searching for a backup bar after our first choice--with an excellent choice of whiskeys to fit my friend's preferences--was found to be full of diners on a Tuesday evening. I, as they say, knew of a place, but I, alas, also knew their whiskey/whisky selection was severely limited. But, what is this? Their list of absinthe offers as many choices as their bourbon, scotch, rye and Irish combined? Well, new territory awaited and on I went.
It was my first time getting served absinthe in the proper way at a bar, and, for those that have not experienced it, there is no better way to become the talk of the bar. Not only was it my first experience, but my bartender was being schooled by another through the process of serving it properly--which made it an educational experience all 'round. First the bottle comes down off a high shelf. As I examine the label, the bartenders prepare an absinthe fountain filling a medium-sized and moderately ornate glass urn with four spigots (for those times there is an absinthe rush or absinthe happy hour, I suppose) with ice water. Then a small cocktail glass is a filled a bit too highly with the stark greenly colored absinthe, an again moderately-ornate slotted spoon placed on top of the glass and a sugar cube placed on top. By now, I've conversed with everyone within about four seats of me and my friend. Then the glass is lined up for the sugar water torture as the slow drips of water dissolve the sugar into the glass of absinthe below. As the cloudiness (or louche, for those in the know of the lingo) forms within the absinthe as the water enters, people are stopping by to peek at the procedure as they pass along to their tables. The bartenders tell me they look for the cloudiness to reach a certain level of the glass, when the sugar should also be expended, and the drink at an optimum for enjoyment. I selected my first selection, the Duplais Swiss Absinthe Verte mostly because it was Swiss and, hey, Switzerland is cool. I had no idea that absinthe had particularly historical ties to the country (though the fact that two of my six, [six!] absinthe possibilities were from Switzerland, would suggest that absinthe isn't exactly unheard of there). In any case, the nose was beautiful, mostly anise and fennel, but the taste was immediately astounding and didn't lose an ounce (or milliliter) of its original charm, over the 90+ minutes it took me to consume (believe me, I don't know what the proof is, but there's no need to rush). It was like consuming a breath mint of the absolutely perfect proportions of a square. There was mintiness, there was chewy freshness of herb stems, and a lovely anise base. It was amazing in balance and a treasure to drink.
My second choice, was perhaps a bit wilder and a bit more rustic. The North Shore Distillery Sirène Absinthe from Chicago was much more fiery, much more suggestive of alcohol and had a fiercer edge of raw uncut herbs and even spices. My friend found the first to be a bit too much on the anise side and appreciated the Sirène for its stronger herbal elements. But here we did not agree as I thought the Duplais exquisitely balanced and the rougher edges of the Sirène much harder to navigate--though admittedly it was my second and the tolerance of more alcohol in any form had become a question. Still it was enjoyable, but the Sirène had clearly set the bar. As the bar wound down and cold blasts of air kept entering as they shut down the outside of the restaurant, the time for the cold walk home had come. But what an introduction to the green goddess . . .