Best Bloody Mary
Fika at the Swedish American Institute
Don’t you dare spill the Bloody Swede. This perfect brunch cocktail’s impossibly deep shade of red, rendered with a beet pickle brine and tomato-y house mix, is the kind of hue painters or carmakers can spend a whole year searching for. One errant splash would indelibly color any item of clothing that wasn’t already beet red. The bloody’s a rich blend, thick enough you’d believe the ice cubes were not just floating, but suspended. On the tongue, it’s expertly balanced, sweet, tart, salty, and tangy. (Not spicy, sorry: They’re Swedes, after all.) It’s a big, bright taste, a perfect fit for the surroundings. A couple sips in, and you’ll have more than one reason to avoid spilling a single drop.
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