Prohibition gripped New York in the 20s, but there was one place you could always get a drink if you knew those in the know. The 21 Club’s Bartender Mark Tubridy lets us in on the secret that got you into one of the oldest drinking establishments in the Big Apple. He graciously sat down
On this program, I sit down with James Trevaskis, of my local 11 Cadogan Gardens – an intimate hotel that is the toast of Chelsea. Truffle Martinis, homemade Eau de Vie, anything is possible when James Trevaskis is behind the bar, His ingenuity is what brings them into 11 Cadogan Gardens – find out how he
Of course, it would take a suave Italian to understand the suavest of drinks. Whether Gin or Vodka, Alessandro Palazzi of Dukes London shakes, stirs and shapes every Martini served at Ian Fleming’s favorite bar in London. James Bond – we all know what car he drives and his drink of choice. Even I use
What’s a Frenchman doing overseeing the most American Bar in London? Benoit Provost has been making Manhattans for 23 years at The Stafford Hotel. He reveals what’s kept him here all this time. On today’s program, I sit down with Benoit Provost, the Frenchman who heads up the most American of bars in London. Why
On my very first episode, I was lucky enough to grab the attention of Andy Mil of The Cocktail Trading Company, the extremely busy, award-winning London bartender on the cutting edge of creativity. Andy began his career as a chef working in some of the great London restaurants, though he found his calling when he
At this time of year, mixologists turn into alchemists, by waving their magic wands over the usual,voilà , a Christmas Cocktail is born. Their brief is “make it festive” and that’s what they do. It’s not just mulled, Glüh-ed or Glögg-ed anymore! As the 12 days of Christmas have already started, the festivities are in full force. I’ve
How could I live in London for over ten years and not know about the Stafford Hotel’s American Bar? Now that we have been introduced, I feel as if I have rediscovered a lost friend. Looking both ways before ducking through a narrow passageway from Green Park to discover its entrance, I felt a tiny bit







