Very adult, pure decadence.
Natasha, Michele, Jen and I stopped by The Chocolate Room in Brooklyn in the mood for something unusual to satiate our post-dinner sweet tooth. On a whim, we made a special request for vanilla milkshakes made with Sherry and they graciously indulged us, although we ended-up with Port shakes on account of an untimely Hidalgo Sherry outage. No matter, they were delicious and provided a perfect hybrid of dessert and digestivo - all in one divine, blended package.
According to the manager, our Port shake experiment will now be appearing as a special on this weekend’s menu under the moniker “The King of Shakes” after my jokingly gratuitous suggestion that they name it after me was [rightly] dismissed. It’s actually a derivative of my nickname, but that’s neither here nor there.
The beauty of this very proper dessert is in its simplicity and the meld flavours. Key to this combination is excellent-quality Sherry or Port and homemade vanilla ice cream, or at minimum an ultra-premium vanilla from your favorite gourmet outlet. Plus the topping of a simple dollop of unsweetened whipped cream or panna, and a very civilized straw.
This weekend, Nova Clutch cellars will be titrating the perfect Amaro milkshake, most likely made from Averna due to its balance of bitter – for which it is named – and sweet finish. This is in honor of Ben, my handsomer half who fell under the spell of Amaro one night at a desolate masseria [fortified farmhouse] in Puglia during our road trip through southern Italy last October...