Gibson, gimlet, not his style. “Lips that touch sour gin shall never touch mine!” he would always say. As Mike knows, dear readers, the ‘Pop” to which he refers will only drink Old Jims. Take notes kids, go the liqueur store and find the whiskey, now get on you hands and knees so you can see the bottom shelve. Look blended American whiskey in the plastic bottle with the ‘sure-grip’ handle. Now go the mixer isle and find the 7-up. When you do, don’t get it. Look for the off-brand lemon/lime. Now a jar of Spanish cocktail olives. Almost done. You now need to get a “big-gulp” cup, holds about a liter. Now you are ready to go! Fill the big-gulp with ice, 2/3 of the way to the top with the whiskey, top it off with lemon/lime and 4 olives on a tooth-pick. DONE!! For the best version of the Old Jim, visit the Eagle’s Club in Freeport, IL in the US of A!
He’s definitely an artist, though I think he’d be the first to agree. When I was there, he showed my his art, explained how he arranged the flowers and sprayed them with water, and, well, it’s not hard to elicit details of his perfectionism or artistic sense. Not that it matters – it’s a great bar when you can afford it!