I discovered this drink accidentally, at The Roosevelt Hotel on Hollywood Boulevard, out by the old David Hockney-painted swimming pool, when a bottle of vodka and six cans of re'bel were sent to our table gratis by the bartender.
Of all the things we write about here, Wit's penchant for cocktails is the least popular. But for a certain sort of evening, the potion below is one I can confidentally suggest. I did no table top dancing, but there certainly wasn't any easing into the arms of morpheus until sunup.
"Many clubgoers under 30 could probably rattle off a list of the things that mixing vodka with energy drinks like Red Bull has done for, or rather, to them, with likely a few winces of blurred regret. But tragicomic 3 a.m. banquette-dancing isn’t what Mr. Sherman-Rose is talking about."
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