Holy horseradish, captain. Spiciness on top of spiciness on top of spiciness, eating away at your insides as you sip each fiery sip. It reminds me of the way alcohol should be. We often spend so much time masking the burning absorption of alcohol within the nose, throat and, my most favorite, the stomach lining, but perhaps, sometimes, we shouldn’t. If we keep it to a minimum, within a controlled environment, couldn’t we just imagine it as a thrilling adventure for your digestive organs?
Stanton Social’s “1940’S LES Classic” features sun-dried tomato vodka and a shit load of horseradish. Properly garnished with olives, lemon, lime and a shorty stick of celery stalk, it assumes the appearance of a classic bloody mary. But, it’s not. The sun-dried tomato vodka may in fact taste like sun-dried tomato vodka, but it takes a backseat to the loudest ingredient at the party. The intense spiciness of fresh horseradish provides a burn that can be felt as it travels through the mouth, down the esophagus and into the stomach; a party for your insides that is more often reserved only for copious amounts of shitty tequila. Not for the faint of heart.
As for the small bites menu, the recommended five to six dishes should probably be left only for the ravenous. Between the Celery Stalker and I, we shared the Ricotta Fritters, Baby Buttermilk Waffles, Breakfast Bruschetta and Spicy Lobster Benedict. And we were stuffed.
Three Celery Stalks.
The Stanton Social
99 Stanton Street, New York, New York 10002. T: (212) 995-0099.