How To Drink Less
Eric Asimov gives a rundown on alcoholic digestives, those heavenly nectars which provide abdominal relief from the overindulgence often associated with Thanksgiving or other holiday meals. He focuses on amari, the Italian iteration of the soothing tonics.
The word refers to the bitterness, derived from quinine, that unifies this disparate group of liqueurs. Hundreds of amari are produced in Italy. Each has a proprietary formula that generally includes various herbs, roots, flowers and spices, which are macerated in alcohol, sometimes blended with a sweet syrup and tempered in barrels or bottles.
Among the amari are various stylistic subsets. Some are made with artichokes, like the well-known Cynar. Others incorporate black truffles, or the husks of green walnuts. Perhaps the best known are the fernets, which refers not just to the famous Fernet-Branca but to an entire run of bracingly bitter amari.
Do read on, there's plenty more to learn. But this dovetails nicely with something I'd like to share: Alex Balk's Foolproof Alcohol Intake Reduction System.
The plan is simplicity itself, but let me share with you its origin: Recently, I found myself in a situation where it occurred to me that perhaps I might be skirting that delicate mark between convivial inebriate and comprehensive dipsomaniac. It is a distinction between which we all straddle at one point or another, and there's absolutely no shame in recognizing that you're on the other side of the line so long as you're willing to do something about it. So I sat myself down and came up with a scenario by which to regulate my intake: I would drink nothing alcoholic but Fernet-Branca.
Should you be unfamiliar with Fernet, here's a brief description:
Fernet-Branca is a dark, syrupy alcoholic drink similar to an amaro, with a flavour that's best described as being a cross between medicine, crushed plants and bitter mud. The exact recipe of Fernet-Branca is a secret but the producers, Fratelli Branca Distillerie, do say that it contains 27 different herbs and spices taken from four continents. Among the known ingredients are aloe, gentian root, rhubarb, gum myrrh, red cinchona bark, galanga and zedoary. The rumoured ingredients include saffron.
While it sounds a bit unpleasant, that's the point. More importantly, it is 80 proof, so your demanding liver will be less upset with you for rationing its usual treats.
Unsurprisingly, Fernet is massively popular in San Francisco. This makes a lot of sense, because the drink is the liqueur equivalent of the kind of person who radiates disdain for American professional sports but can go on and on about the beauty of soccer. It adds an instant patina of class—one of the more telling class distinctions of our age, as I believe Joseph Epstein said somewhere, being the preference for bitter over sweet—and sophistication by the mere act of chugging it down. The fact that your resulting belches will convey the fragrance of those gifts borne across the desert to celebrate the birth of Our Lord should be considered a pleasant side effect.
And that's how the system works. Should you wish to reduce your intake of alcohol, restrict yourself to Fernet. I assure you, you will be back in the category of "genial tippler" in no time. I should note that I myself was unable to fully abide by this rule because my preference for not constantly convulsing made a wider palette of beverage an almost medical necessity, but I'm still pretty sure the idea is a solid one. You're welcome!












An old acquaintance of mine–sadly since passed on, but not via that debbil alcohol–had a different strategy: drink like a fish 11 months of the year, but go cold turkey every January. It sounds painful, but just imagine how delicious that first drink at 12:01 am February 1st tasted!
Besides, it made for great conversations at bars, which my friend did not cease attending even while on the wagon: "What's the matter, aren't you drinking?" "No, January is Liver Awareness Month."
1. Campari and cocaine are splendid together.
2. My favorite is Gammel Dansk, which is hard to find.
3. And, hello? Jager. Peels off paint and memory.
Campari can be consumed, worn as a scent, or both. In the words of my regular barkeep, it's "what people drink when they don't want to get too drunk."
I used to blame my Sunday night tippling on Mad Men, but that has borne out to be a falsehood.
Unfortunately the all-Marmite-all-the-time diet didn't work for me, so not too sure about this one.
Thanksgiving is a whiskey holiday. Always has been, always will be.
My fool-proof method to retard my drinking is to sleep more than my standard 4.5 hours p/night. Each additional half hour of sleep = 4 ounces of the hard stuff (individual results may vary).
One of my alcoholic stepfathers was on the Fernet Branca cure before he married my mother in the village of Luynes outside of Tours, France. He swore he was on the road to recovery and soon fell off the wagon and was back to doing the NYT crossword in ink and timing himself, playing the market for some rich matron in Martha's Vineyard and passing out on the couch with lit cigarettes in his hand.
Yes it tastes like the proverbial dog shit, but it's still alcohol.
Alex for the second time this week, just say yes to dope.
I had a very nice night drinking Fernet at Vesuvio Cafe in North Beach a few years ago. Wish I could remember more of it.
Alta makes a lovely drink with Cynar called the Sicilian. You can hardly taste the artichoke!
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