And Old Overholt, by that time, was a completely different beast from what it had been in its heyday. Hard as it is to conceive today, back then almost nobody drank the stuff. Old Overholt was the first rye whiskey I ever tasted, back in the late 20th century, when there weren’t many other ryes out there to choose from. Old School Old Overholt’s Whiskey Rye-vival And the gorgeous Sweet Gwendoline bottle is just as memorable, with labels featuring art repurposed from the great fetish artist John Willie, as originally seen in Bizarre Magazine back in the ‘40s and ‘50s. We also shucked some oysters, as one does when at Georgette’s salons, and used a few drops of the oyster liquor fresh from the shell in our martinis. Of course, we did try it in a proper ‘tini, as well as a French 75, a terrific punch, and even neat. The white wine make it taste, to my palate, a little like a martini unto itself. On this evening, I found myself there for the launch of Sweet Gwendoline, a distilled-in-France, bottled-in-New Orleans gin infused with French figs and white wine. Regarding Oysters has gone, in the span of a couple of years, from being one of Murray Hill’s best kept secrets to a veritable institution of the ‘hood. But we have our share of cool places and cool people, not least of which is the fabulous Regarding Oysters bivalves-and-cocktails salon hosted by the also-fabulous Georgette Moger-Petraske. My neighborhood, Murray Hill, has been so unhip for so long that a lot of folks have taken to calling it “Upper Gramercy” in an attempt to make it sound a little more swanky.
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