Manhattan

Manhattans! It is cold outside. It is raining - nay it is pouring - NAY it is coming down so hard that the newsman asked us not to use our washing machines, our dishwashers nor our toilets (that is if you are having a rather bad spell)

It is November in Seattle; time for flood warnings, time for going to work in the dark - coming home in the dark, time when its not so much the Emerald City as a cold, dark, damp metropolis. Time to fully understand the real reason Lewis&Clark called their westernmost camp Cape Disappointment. The clouds are oppressive, the rain is unceasing, the inky blackness consuming. Why do I live here again?

The Manhattan shines a bright bourbon scented light into the brutal sky. Chill two glasses, fill a boston shaker with ice and add to it:
2 Parts Bourbon
1/2 Part Sweet Vermouth (or one part if you like 'em sweeter)
a dash of Bitters

Shake it up and let it sit for a moment while you add a couple maraschino cherries and a splash of the juice to the glass.

Pour and enjoy.