Ladybird, Scoots & I went down to City Tavern in the Freight House District last week and we’ve been talking about it ever since. We used to stop in fairly regularly for oysters & smart cocktails, until I had an unfortunate encounter with a bad oyster. Twenty-four hours of toe-curling stomach cramps with the dog laying beside me praying I didn’t die (she knows which daddy likes her best) kinda put me off my game for several months.
But a few night’s back the scheduling stars aligned and we made our way back to the Tavern. Nothing’s changed, not that we really expected it. There are still the same amazingly well-crafted happy hour appetizers priced crazy-low for the quality of the ingredients. Oysters are still $1/each from 4-6 (though I gave them a wide bearth; I’m not quite ready to climb back up on that particular horse) and Shawn Moriarty is still making some of, if not the best cocktails in the city.
Mr. Moriarty is cocktail nut and it shows in his craftsmanship. He’ll make any drink you like exactly as you like it and if you don’t know what you want, after an appraising look, he’ll rattle off a few suggestions. His Corpse Reviver No. 2 is a revelation, his Negroni sublime and his Jasmine rocks all ass. Plus he dresses like an old-school barkeep with a vest and armbands and tie. Also, he’s quite easy on the eyes.
If you haven’t tried the City Tavern bar, I recommend a trip post-haste. Stick around for an awesome dinner, too. Ladybird & I are already planning another trip this week. If you see a couple of folks tossing back Rusty Nails & cackling like mad, stop by & say hey.