Stirred and Shaken: Doghouse Tavern's Vodka Press
When you're a captain of industry and all-around master of the universe, sometimes all you desire on a Tuesday night is a peaceful bar where you can meet up with peers and confabulate. Two colleagues and I found such a place in Doghouse Tavern (2517 Bagby, 713-520-1118). There was roughly three feet of bar space for every patron, which suited our purposes. We ordered a round of vodka presses and sat back to discuss the kind of subjects that weigh on the minds of important men.
Photo by Troy Fields
"So Heathcliff was like Garfield's Tyler Durden, right?" Craig posited. "I mean, when Garfield slept, he was really getting in fistfights and living in a junkyard. And having a girlfriend."
For at least two rounds of drinks, this question fueled a level of witty repartee that would have made Oscar Wilde feel feebleminded, were he alive and we the sort of people who could afford to be seen in public with a sexual deviant. No satisfactory conclusion was reached, however, so we retired to the hunting lodge (the other end of the bar) to try our hand at bagging exotic game (to play Big Buck Safari). After I dispatched a particularly agile panther, the recorded voice of my faithful African guide informed me that, thanks to my skill with a green plastic shotgun, I'd soon be "buried in meat." Could a weeknight excursion get any richer? I submit that it could not.
1.5 ounces Dripping Springs vodka
1 ounce club soda
Splash of 7UP
Combine ingredients over ice in a rocks glass and garnish with a lime wedge. Try berry-flavored or infused vodka as an alternative.