Friday Cocktails: Punch à la Taylor

I am a punch-loyalist. Growing up, I knew that whenever my mother took out her giant glass punch bowl, the house would soon be filled with laughter and familiar faces. I would watch, fascinated, as she filled the bowl right to the brim with an appealing mix of fruit juices, sodas, and floating garnishes: scoops of creamy, slowly-melting ice cream or slices of fruit, bobbing and swirling in the brightly-colored mix.

I’ve carried that fondness for punch into adulthood, and while I now prefer fresh juices and spirits to soda and ice cream, I still always haul out my own absurdly-large glass bowl in anticipation of a party. I’d rarely had a good punch outside my own home, however; when it does appear on bar menus, it seems like an afterthought, overshadowed by other cocktails. But when I visited New York City cocktail bar The Dead Rabbit recently, I knew I’d found a kindred, punch-loving spirit. READ MORE

 

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