Whisky Sour at The Franklin Mortgage & Investment Co. I hadn’t been in Philly an hour before my sister was stuffing me with upscale diner food and ushering me to the underground speakeasy where her fiance is a barkeep.  The drinks are made from pre prohibition recipes and newer ones as well, with names like “Cowboy Killer” and “Restraining Order”.  The place is dark, the ice is chipped by hand, and the bartenders shake drinks like mariachis possesed by the holy spirit.  I had a Singapore Sling made from the original early 20th century concoction of gin, rum, pinapple and some other magic.  Heather had a whiskey sour made with an egg white, which although it sounds disgusting, was absolutly heavenly.  So far we’ve had a ball.  I’m keeping notes of zingers like: “Are you kidding me?  It’s like my woobie.” And, “He’s from fucking Maryland and he has a pillow in his rear windshield.”  Not sure if you had to be there or not, but I’m still laughing.

Whisky Sour at The Franklin Mortgage & Investment Co.

I hadn’t been in Philly an hour before my sister was stuffing me with upscale diner food and ushering me to the underground speakeasy where her fiance is a barkeep.  The drinks are made from pre prohibition recipes and newer ones as well, with names like “Cowboy Killer” and “Restraining Order”.  The place is dark, the ice is chipped by hand, and the bartenders shake drinks like mariachis possesed by the holy spirit.  I had a Singapore Sling made from the original early 20th century concoction of gin, rum, pinapple and some other magic.  Heather had a whiskey sour made with an egg white, which although it sounds disgusting, was absolutly heavenly.  So far we’ve had a ball.  I’m keeping notes of zingers like:

“Are you kidding me?  It’s like my woobie.” And, “He’s from fucking Maryland and he has a pillow in his rear windshield.”  Not sure if you had to be there or not, but I’m still laughing.