There’s something about wearing a sharp cat-hair-covered suit that makes me feel like god’s gift to women – and so when I found myself having to wear my feline-scented sartorial beacon of mojo one Friday for work, I strutted my sweet arse into York Trading and Co afterwards to bless the beauties with my bespoke booty.
York Trading & Co is the latest small bar to pop up on York Street, almost directly across the street from Mojo Records, and it’s supposed to be a New York-style bar with cocktails that give classics a twist.
Sure enough, within seconds of striding in I found the local love-struck ladies swooning and pawing at me like kittens after catnip – but then something happened.
The bartender suggested I try a Rum Manhattan.
All of a sudden I could see clearly again. My priorities righted themselves. I told the wretched wanton wenches wrapping themselves around me to find some other poor chump to claw, and I settled myself in for the real deal.
Before I talk about my Manhattan, however, I will quickly dispense with the bar review segment of this article in four points:
- The bar staff here know their shit, are friendly, and have some good spirits (including a solid range of rye whiskey and tequila) behind the bar to play with. I also like how they have orange bitters in an atomiser that they spray on some cocktails.
- The décor is schmick for a small bar: think old school tiled floors, lots of polished wood, and pale leather stools lining the long bar counter that you can perch at.
- The art is offbeat – such as the photo of two guitarists running bare chested through a desolate landscape. The music is … well, I’m genuinely not sure how to describe it. It varies from doof doof to something that could possibly come from the soundtrack of a chick flick, whereas I’d prefer … hell, anything else. Rock and roll, soul, punk, country, disco, or nails scraping down a blackboard. But that’s just me.
- There are tables for those who want to be social or eat – but I don’t like to be or do either.
Now back to my Rum Manhattan.
Rum’s increasingly replacing whiskey in drinks such as the Old Fashioned as more people realise how good (and cost-effective) great aged rum can be – but I’d never had rum in a Manhattan before, hence my desire to shoo away the sexually-depraved women eyeing me off so I can focus all my attention on the drink at hand.
Despite my excitement I was also a little sceptical about how rum would mix with vermouth, one of the drink’s key ingredients – but the Rum Manhattan I had at York Trading & Co (made with Flor de Cana rum rather than the rye whiskey traditionally used – they also added whiskey-barrel aged bitters) was beautiful, delicate and as dry as a fuck without foreplay.
For a blessed few moments it transported me into a world where felines reign supreme, and people who don’t have cat hair on their clothes and hard liquor on their breath are banished to work in underground mines as pistol-whipped peons.
I don’t like writing tidy little ends for my reviews, so I won’t.
[label]York Trading & Co, 28 York Street, Sydney. [/label] Open Monday to Friday until midnight. Phone 02 9299 3389, see the York Trading & Co website