You can imagine Gloria Wandrous, the heroine in "BUtterfield 8," putting on a Rodriguez sheath to drink rye and water at Tommy Guinan's Chez Florence.
A weekender like a TV movie, where a girl slams a motel door, where pumpjacks and crickets compete in the night, where guitar players called Cletus drink rye.
And at La Vie en Rose -- a homey private club where servicemen and bohemians drink rye, gin-and-French and black-market brandy, all that veritas is just the problem.
On many's the Saturday night, they would drink rye and ginger ale, and smoke and talk and sing and dance, and I would sing, too, and dance with my aunts, and listen through the blue air.
I learned while researching that there is a Ukrainian, rye bread fermented drink equivalent to kombucha called Kvass.
I drank rye manhattans, occasionally and in small volumes, during my pregnancy.
I'm drinking a fancy "Mad Men -ish drink with rye, blackberry liquor and bitters.
Hell, if you guys drink enough rye, you might as well do a rendition of your own.
Linger over Jardinere's Darkest Dawn -- an understated, sophisticated drink with rye, Barolo Chinato (a fortified wine), Nocino walnut liqueur and bitters.
"We don't make such plebeian drinks around here ma'am!" "Uh, what do you have?" "May I point you to the second drink, Apricot Rye Lemon Botanical Juniper Crisp Fizz".
