Black Manhattan

Sometimes you feel like you're having a virgin experience ... and you're not. When we were in Provincetown in early July, I had a drink at Harbor Lounge that they called a Black Manhattan. It was rye and amaro and angostura bitters. It was delightful as well as beautiful. So I had another.

I was reading some old journal entries a little while ago and noted that I had a Black Manhattan in January at North Square, a restaurant kitty corner from Washington Square in Manhattan, just "around the corner" from my old apartment. And just six months before the one I imagined was my first Black Manhattan.