Nearly twice as long as The Blood That Bonds, Blood Hunt picks up several months after the first book left off, and finds Two back in New York City, searching for vampires so that she can rejoin their ranks. The book contains more characters, more locations, and more points of view than TBTB did, while also delving deeper into  characters’ personalities, motivations, and desires. It also explains a lot more about the four primary vampire races, and about the political structure of the vampire world.

Of course, along with all of this there’s a lot of darkness, violence, sex, drugs and booze, topped off with healthy quantities of sweet, sweet profanity. This is, after all, a II AM Book!

Blood Hunt costs $2.99 for the eBook and is currently available for Kindle (US/UK/DE), Nook, iPad/iPhone/iPod and other major eReaders (via Smashwords). It will soon be available at the Sony, Kobo and Diesel eBook stores, but if you’re impatient, the Smashwords  EPUB version will work with both Sony and Kobo readers.

Blood Hunt was simultaneously released in print. You can order a copy from CreateSpace or, if you want, you can order a signed copy direct from me. The print copy is $11.99 either way, and I will ship signed copies to anywhere in the world (just choose the appropriate shipping option).

For full information, please visit the new Blood Hunt website – http://iiamtrilogy.com/bloodhunt

This one deals with straight-up cocktails, and could also have been titled “Up Drinks”, but the idea remains the same: these are drinks served as-is, without any ice (though they are shaken or stirred on it). These are the drinks that most people think of when someone says “cocktail” or … ugh … “Martini” (they’re not Martinis. If you love Martinis like I love Martinis, you will stop calling them Martinis).

I provide some history and four delicious drink recipes. Sound interesting? Take a look!

I don’t know about the rest of you, but where I lived it was a long, cold winter followed by a very dreary spring. We saw a lot of the kind of weather that makes a cocktail fan long for mulled wine, spiced rum, cider drinks, and anything else that can bring a little warmth to the party. Now, at long last, we’re starting to see some nice days! It’s a welcome change, and it’s a good time to break out the list of summer drinks: refreshing cocktails that are made to be sipped while sitting on the back porch and watching fireflies dance through the air.

This article features two of my own drinks, and two classics worth investigating. As usual, the Primer folks have done a fantastic job photographing the cocktails. Check it out!

Our Friends

One of the main reasons we chose to move to Indianapolis is because my friend and business partner, Gabe, and his wife Brett lived out here. We’ve enjoyed being able to see them far more often than we could before, and it’ll be a bummer to lose that. We’ve also made a couple other good friends since moving out here, Charlotte’s former boss Amy and her husband Jeevan, and we’ll definitely miss seeing those guys as well! It seems to be my destiny to have good friends that I never get to see as often as I’d like, scattered across the entire United States (and, more and more, across the globe). Someday I’m just going to have to make enough money to afford my own private jet.

Hubbard & Craven’s Coffee

I go for a morning coffee and pastry at Hubbard & Craven’s in Broad Ripple basically every single day that I’m in town, and have been doing so for close to two years. I also have spent a lot of time there hanging out and writing. I’ve gotten to know several of the baristas by name, and even brought them some beer I brewed with their Bali Blue Moon coffee! I don’t know them quiiite well enough to call them friends, but I’ve enjoyed chatting with them all. When you work from home all the time, it can get pretty lonely, and having a place to go and be social for a bit is really nice. Also, I like supporting local coffee shops, and enjoyed the overall atmosphere of the Broad Ripple location. I’ll miss it!

Scholar’s Inn Bakery Pastries

On the subject of my morning pastry, nine times out of ten that pastry comes from Scholar’s Inn, a bakery based in Bloomington, IN that makes the most ridiculously delicious scones I have ever had. Hubbard & Cravens purchases many of their fine goods from Scholar’s Inn and bakes them on the premises, and sometimes if you get there early enough, the scones are still warm in the middle. My all-time favorite is their cranberry scone, which seems to always be moist and fluffy (not typically what you associate with scones!), but the Chocolate Chip and Almond-Apricot varieties are delicious as well. It will be with a heavy heart that I begin searching for a replacement pastry shop in Providence.

The Ball & Biscuit Cocktail Bar

Anyone who reads this blog even occasionally knows that I’m a big fan of artisan cocktails. There are several places in Indy serving high-quality hand-crafted cocktails, but none of them is more dedicated to the concept than The Ball & Biscuit. Charlotte and I have been down there many times to enjoy a Sazerac, or an Aviation, or one of their own creations (or two, or three!). The bar has a great look, with lots of exposed brick and filament light bulbs, and the small plates and cheese selection they have there rock. It’s one of Indy’s best places to go for sophisticated libations, and I’ll miss it when I’m gone!

Great Fermentations Brew Shop

I haven’t been to Great Fermentations in a few months, as I’ve been focusing on drinking all of the beer I brewed, rather than brewing more (that way I don’t have to move it!), but it’s an awesome shop filled with courteous and knowledgeable people who really love them some beer. I’ve learned a ton about the process in the past year, and have gotten almost all of my equipment and ingredients from Great Fermentations. I’m hoping I can find a place in Providence that will have the same selection and quality!

The Availability of New Belgium and Three Floyds Beer

Oh, sweet sweet Robert the Bruce … not the guy from Braveheart, though I suppose he was nice enough; I’m talking about the Scottish Wee Heavy from 3 Floyds Brewery, a Chicago-based brewery that doesn’t yet distribute to the east coast. Robert the Bruce is one of my top five beers, and I’m going to sorely miss it. New Belgium, based in Colorado, also makes several brews that I enjoy often, including their 1554 Black Ale, Fat Tire amber, and Ranger IPA. They don’t distribute to the east coast yet either. Oh, the weeping!

Inexpensive Housing with a Basement

One of Indy’s primary appeals was that it was cheap, and it proved to be so, considering we got more space than our Brooklyn apartment for less than half the cost! The thing I hadn’t factored on being such a huge deal, though, was the basement. We don’t even use it that much (it’s about 3/4 empty) and it’s still awesome just because of the storage possibilities and the fact that it gets the cat boxes out of our day-to-day activities. I’m not looking forward to going back to having cat litter on our bathroom floor.

Summer Fireflies

Firefly, On -- by James Jordan

During summer evenings, Indy has the largest fireflies I’ve ever seen, and there’s no lack of them! It’s pretty awesome to come walking back home from an evening out at one of Broad Ripple’s restaurants or bars, and have our way lit by zillions of tiny blinking lights floating through the air. I don’t expect Providence’s more urban streets (at least, where we’ll be living) to provide the same, and that’s a shame, because it’s a little, semi-magical experience that I really enjoy.

Tanqueray (pic by Jeffrey Simms Photography)

Earlier this year, I received some exciting news: a cocktail I had entered in the amateur category of Tanqueray’s “Best T&T Contest” had been chosen the overall grand-prize winner from a field of several hundred entries! The rules of the contest were pretty simple: the drink had to contain Tanqueray gin and tonic water, there were some minor limits on ingredient amounts, and you had to submit the drink via their Facebook application.

I put together what I thought was a tasty little concoction featuring orange marmalade as my secret weapon. I wrote the recipe up, called it the English Bulldog, and submitted it. I never expected to hear from them again, so receiving a big pack of papers to sign was a huge surprise.

In addition to some other items, the centerpiece of the grand prize was a round-trip, first-class flight to New York City, a stay in the Ace Hotel, and a cocktail tour guided by Tanqueray Ambassador, bartender extraordinaire and all-around cocktail guru Angus Winchester. For more than six hours, we would be toured around in a private car and invited to visit some of New York’s greatest cocktail bars.

The Lobby of the Ace Hotel (pic by Phil Bartle)

Needless to say, I was floored. I know enough about cocktails to know two things: one, that I can sling a pretty decent drink. Two, that I am nowhere near the level of the pros out there when it comes to mixology. So having Tanqueray’s panel of judges decide that my creation was the best of the bunch was both amazing and very gratifying!

I owe some thanks to the fine folks over at Imbibe Magazine. If they hadn’t published the link to this contest on their Twitter feed, I never would have known about it. Cheers, guys!

The tour commenced at 5:30 PM on Thursday, when we met Angus outside of our hotel and hopped into the car. We exchanged pleasantries and talked a bit about ourselves as we headed for our first stop, Death and Co. Unfortunately, the folks there apparently misunderstood themselves when they said “we’ll open at six” and so, after standing around out front with several other thirsty customers until 6:30, we gave up and headed for spot number two. An inauspicious start, and I was sad to have to leave the bar on my “places I want to go but haven’t gotten to” list, but oh well!

At the Pegu Club (pic by me)

Our next stop was the Pegu Club, and this proved much more successful. On the way, we talked with Angus about Old Tom gin, and the various theories out there on what it was officially supposed to taste like. The man is a walking cocktail encyclopedia, especially when it comes to gin and genever! At Pegu Club, we met a photographer and a young woman both employed by Tanqueray’s PR firm, as well as a journalist for the Huffington Post, Tony Sachs. We sat down with Angus and ordered some drinks. I chose a Gin-Gin Mule first, while Charlotte went with the bar’s namesake drink, and Angus opted for an off-menu “Fitty-Fitty” — fifty percent gin, fifty percent dry vermouth. We talked about how cocktails in general, and martinis in particular, became excessively dry and vodka-based over the 20th century, and how vermouth and gin were slowly returning to favor. James Bond, as it turns out, had no taste in drinks.

Audrey Saunders, Pegu Club’s owner and one of the earliest advocates of the artisanal cocktail movement in New York, has taste in drinks. We decided early on that alcohol makes a fine antiseptic, and thus we all tried each other’s drinks frequently. I can honestly say I didn’t taste a single cocktail during the entire evening that I didn’t like! We ordered a few more beverages — a champagne cocktail for Charlotte, a gin and rosemary concoction for myself, and an earl-gray tea-infused gin drink for Angus (sorry, don’t recall the names).

A rendering from The Dutch's website

After tasting all of our drinks (which we didn’t finish — gotta pace yourselves!), we bid adieu to the Tanqueray folks and hopped back into the car with Angus and Tony. We were all pretty hungry, and eager to get something into our stomachs to aid in the fight against too much alcohol, so we headed for our dinner destination: The Dutch. Newly opened in SoHo, The Dutch is Andrew Carmellini’s American restaurant, and features a solid cocktail menu in addition to its culinary delights. It was very crowded, but we’re seated quickly and treated to attentive service. We start out the evening with oysters and cocktails: a gibson martini with pickled ramps for Charlotte and Tony (Chris: “it tastes like ranch dressing, only not horrible!”  Tony: “… it really does!”), another rosemary drink for yours truly, and I have no idea what Angus got. Should’ve taken notes!

After the oysters and cocktails, we moved on to white wine and appetizers. There was less sharing here, so I’m only sure of what Charlotte and I got: tripe in a tomato sauce for her, and vinegary asparagus for me. I’ve never had tripe before, but it wasn’t bad at all, and my asparagus was delicious. We finished up with red wine, a gigantic rabbit pot pie for Charlotte and a lamb neck mole for me, the latter of which was absolutely out of this world.

The main bar at PDT, from their website

Fully sated, we headed for our next destination: PDT (Please Don’t Tell). I’ve been to PDT before, so I knew what to expect: it’s a speakeasy-themed bar, the entrance to which is found within a phone booth in the hotdog joint (Crif Dogs) next door. It’s a fantastic place, and I was glad to be going back, but I did not expect that we’d get to hang out with the owner, Jim, and have a chance to look over the new book he’s putting out in November! We talked about how bar owners don’t really get to define their signature cocktail; their customers do. PDT’s is an old-fashioned made with bacon-infused bourbon and maple syrup. We tried that, and it was quite tasty, but I think I believe Jim when he says that there are better cocktails on the menu.

As an example of what he was talking about, let me describe my drink: the Venus & Cupid, a tequila-based cocktail that, unlike most tequila-based cocktails I’ve ever had, has absolutely no relation to a margarita whatsoever. There is no citrus and no salt. There is tequila, and mezcal, and punt y mes (I think), and … something that tasted like cinnamon. And egg white. Honestly, the drink was a revelation; I don’t know if it was the best cocktail I’ve ever had, but it might well have been the most daring and most brilliantly executed. Tequila is, in my opinion, the hardest base spirit to work with, and the Venus & Cupid is absolutely inspired craftsmanship. If you are in New York, go to PDT and get it. Sip it slowly and with great relish. Trust me: you will not regret it.

Little Branch's Front Door (pic by ldandersen)

After PDT, we hopped back into the car and headed west toward 7th Avenue, where we stopped in front of an unassuming door on the edge of an unremarkable building. This, I was informed, was the entrance to Little Branch, another speakeasy-style club in which some of the best bartenders in the world performed their craft. We walked down the stairs into the bar, the size of which can politely be called “intimate”, and were greeted by a live jazz trio and a throng of people. We made our way to the bar, where Angus introduced us to one of the bartenders, Sammy. He explained to us that Sammy is from Austrlia, and has an encyclopedic knowledge of cocktails that is amazing even by Angus’s standards.

One of the items on the menu was “Bartender’s Choice” where you provide them with the base spirit, and they do the rest. I couldn’t resist that chance, and the first bottle my eye happened upon was a 750 ml of Laird’s Applejack. Armed with only that to go on, Sammy produced the second-most original drink I had that evening (other than the aforementioned Venus & Cupid). I have no idea what was in it other than the Applejack, but it looked almost like chocolate milk and tasted smooth and sweet. The apple notes from the liquor were not lost, but instead complemented by a variety of flavors. When you have bartenders of this caliber, going with the bartender’s choice is not a bad idea!

Cocktails at Milk & Honey (pic by ldandersen)

It was nearing midnight, so Tony took his leave as we headed out of Little Branch toward our final destination. Back in the car with Angus, we weaved our way through Chinatown, crossing to its western edge and locating our destination, the blank storefront that houses another famous Manhattan cocktail bar: Milk & Honey. A sister club to the London bar of the same name, Milk & Honey is one of the tougher bars to get into if you’re not a paying member. Angus is either a member or just knows the right people, so we had no problems there. Smaller even than Little Branch, but far quieter and less crowded, it’s an unassuming bar except in regard to its drinks. It might’ve been my favorite stop of the night, although Pegu Club’s upscale Asian theme was very nice as well, and I’ve always liked PDT’s decor.

The way it works at Milk & Honey New york is: there’s no menu. Sure, you can order any number of classic cocktails like a Manhattan or a Martini, but generally what happens is you tell your server or the bartender what you’re feeling like in general terms and they make you a drink. I asked for something which used Rye whiskey and was a stirred drink, ie: no fruit juice. Charlotte specified that she wanted something with gin which was fairly dry. Both of us were highly satisfied with the results, which was actually mildly surprising, since Charlotte’s drink came with a fair amount of citrus in it, which isn’t usually her thing. The bartender had omitted almost any kind of sugar however, and the resulting elixir was an oddly sippable combination of dry and sour. My drink resembled a Manhattan, but with additional herbal notes that I’m afraid I couldn’t identify.

We spent some time talking with an employee whose name, unfortunately, I didn’t get. He and Angus seemed to know each other well, possibly to have even worked together in the past, and they traded in a bit of bar gossip as we drank our cocktails. Eventually we were finished, and though another round was offered, Charlotte and I decided that our livers had taken enough of a beating for one night. Angus escorted us outside, where we thanked him profusely for the tour. We jumped into a cab and made for our hotel. The last we saw of Angus, he was walking — looking neither tired nor even tipsy — back into the bar to continue the conversation. The man is a professional!

I’d like to again extend my thanks to Tanqueray, Skybridge Marketing Group, Taylor Strategy, and most of all to Angus Winchester for arranging this tour and taking care of Charlotte and I!

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Notes:

If you’re into cocktails and are not following them already, you should go now and add @anguswinchester and @RetroManNYC to your Twitter feed.

All photos used are Creative Commons entries from Flickr, except pictures I took myself or took from the bar’s official website (noted in caption). The photos are linked to their respective pages on Flickr.

I was not prompted in any way by Tanqueray to make this post or endorse their product. All opinions, thoughts, etc expressed in this article are mine, and do not reflect the views or opinions of the Tanqueray organization or their employees, contractors, etc.

Photo By Jef Nickerson

Well folks, my wife and I have once again decided to pack our belongings up and haul our asses around these United States. For the official record, I have lived in the following places since I entered the world of working for a living at the ripe old age of nineteen:

• Syracuse (1 house)
• Southern California (4 apartments)
• Syracuse (1 house)
• Philadelphia (1 apartment)
• Manhattan (2 apartments)
• Brooklyn (1 apartment)
• Indianapolis (1 house)

That’s eleven moves since I left college, and twelve if you include this new one coming up. That’s .86 moves per year for the last fourteen years.  Yeesh!

We knew Indy was going to be temporary, because we knew Charlotte was going back to school, and there was only a very slim chance that she would choose Indiana University in Bloomington (technically commutable from southern Indianapolis). She received a very generous offer from Brown University, however, and has decided to take it. That means that in late June, we’ll be moving to the lovely city of Providence, Rhode Island where, in addition to pursuing higher education and designing web pages, Charlotte and I will begin the slow but steady process of gorging on fresh New England seafood.

I’m excited because I grew up in Massachusetts and this will be the first time in my life where I can walk into a bar where a Red Sox or Celtics or Patriots game is playing, and know that the majority of the people in there are rooting for the same team. Also maybe I can work on redeveloping the rockin’ accent I had as a youth.

It’s been an interesting couple of years here in Indy, and there’s stuff I will definitely miss when we move (I’ll be doing a whole blog post about that closer to the event). I’ve been able to dedicate a huge amount of time to my writing and my business ventures, which is awesome. I’ve been able to spend lots of time hanging out with some good friends, which is also awesome. And I’ve had the space necessary to learn to brew beer — something that I don’t think would’ve happened if we’d stayed in Brooklyn, with no basement and a relatively tiny kitchen.

I don’t know if Providence will keep us busier, or if I’ll actually have even MORE spare time for projects because Charlotte’s working so much. I guess only time will tell! Either way, we’re going to find out, so I guess it’s time to haul the boxes up out of the basement and start packing again.

In the morning, we headed out for Miami Beach,  taking a leisurely drive toward South Beach. As we got there, it became more and more crowded, and it seemed unlikely that we would be able to find any parking, but we lucked into a space, hopped out, and began exploring on foot.

Check out the Whole Gallery

After wandering around the beach for a bit, we stopped for lunch at a local hotel restaurant, where I had a very tasty Cuban sandwich and Charlotte got a gigantic chopped salad with grilled shrimp. We then proceeded to wander south along Ocean Avenue, which is pretty much dominated by restaurants playing thudding club music while patrons sit in outdoor dining drinking out of ridiculous 32oz margarita glasses. It’s crowded, there are people constantly shoving pamphlets at you, and there’s a lot of skin on display from both sexes. Basically it’s like Times Square, only if everyone was wearing bathing suits, which surprisingly doesn’t make it much less awful than Times Square.

Eventually sick of the crowds, we threaded our way through the art deco neighborhood before returning to our car and heading for Downtown Miami … but that’s another photo-set!

Apparently while we were touring, the Sheriff’s office was also practicing their airboat maneuvers. I guess they need the practice, because they rounded a corner and slammed into a passenger boat, tearing off the back of it and sending several police officers flying into the swamp.

No one died, and none of the civilians were severely injured. One of the deputies, however, apparently lost his toe. Our boat driver was coordinating the rescue efforts on his phone while continuing to point out the sights for us, even as several helicopters, ambulances, and fire engines showed up on the scene.

Check out the gallery!

Very exciting. Unfortunately, I have no pictures of the accident  scene itself. We drove by it on the airboat and Gabe was brave enough to photograph the three severely pissed-off looking police offers stained up to their nipples by swamp water. I was not.

I can only assume the toe ended up in some gator’s belly, and that gator now has a taste for man!

UPDATE: Gabe has sent along the pic of the soaked police officers. Here it is!

To Protect and to Serve

View the whole gallery over at Flickr.

We took some pictures. Here they are.

As is typical, I ended up with the pink drink ...

Charlotte wore a lovely deep-blue dress and lots of stuff that sparkled

Note that we managed to melt part of my hat over a candle.

I'm ... not sure what's going on here.

I love filament light bulbs so much.

Why NOT play all of our party favors at once?

There were a lot of dudes in jeans and sport-coats.

Double your champagne pleasure!

More noise making. Also, I seem to be wearing a tiara.

Nearing the end of the evening. Super cute!

Some drunk girl wanted to take our picture as we were leaving. She seems to be falling over.