Stalking Wondrich in Brooklyn

The man himself
The man himself

The takeaway from Bruni’s admiring profile of David Wondrich was perhaps supposed to be an admiration for the mixologist-historian double threat, an interest in his use of ingredients like “clotted whale cholesterol,” and a desire to buy his forthcoming book, Punch (haven’t we been hearing about that trend for a while now?).

Instead, we are consumed with the notion of “accidentally” bumping into Wondrich at the Jakewalk, quizzing him about his band “A Blind Dog Stares,” and seeing how he manages that beard around the Monday fondue special ($22 includes one pot of the stuff, meat and fruit, free sticks and two glasses of wine). What? So we’re cheap.

Punch, the Drink of Dickens, Redeemed [NYT]