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Highball Cocktails
55 drinks in this family.
Adios Motherfucker: The Long Island That Went Swimming
Caribou Lou: The Highball That Tech N9ne Built to Wreck You
Dark 'n' Stormy: Two Ingredients and a Trademark Lawyer
Death in the Afternoon: Hemingway's Loaded Champagne
Long Beach Iced Tea: The Long Island That Swapped the Cola for Cranberry
Ranch Water: Three Ingredients, One of Them Air
Sex on the Beach: The Fruit Highball Buried Under an Embarrassing Name
Tequila Sunrise: We Owe This One an Apology
Tequila Sunset: The Sunrise's Quieter, Darker Sibling
The Americano: Campari's Day Job
The Aperol Spritz: Italy's Most Famous Drink Is Basically Soda Water Doing the Heavy Lifting
The Bahama Mama: Rum Punch Dressed for the Pool
The Batanga: Tequila and Cola, Stirred With a Knife
The Bay Breeze: The Drink That Never Asked for Your Respect
The Bellini: Harry's Bar Built a Highball Out of Peaches
The Bloody Mary: Brunch's Best Hangover Cure, Buried Under a Slider
The Bourbon Rickey: The Sourest Drink Worth Drinking
The Caesar: Canada's National Drink Tastes Like the Sea Threw a Party
The Cape Codder: Vodka, Cranberry, and No Apologies
The Cuba Libre: A Rum and Coke That Bothered to Cut a Lime
The Elderflower Spritz: A Patio Drink That Knows What It's For
The Flaming Dr. Pepper: A Beer, a Burning Shot, and Zero Dignity
The Fuzzy Navel: An Unrepentant Drink From the Decade Taste Forgot
The Garibaldi: Two Ingredients and a Whisk's Worth of Mercy
The Gin & Tonic: Two Ingredients and a Hundred Ways to Ruin Them
The Gin Rickey: The Driest Drink in the Room
The Harvey Wallbanger: A Screwdriver With Ambition and a Cologne Problem
The Horse's Neck: The Drink Your Grandfather Ordered Without Apologizing
The Hugo Spritz: A Mountain Aperitif That Refused to Be the Aperol Spritz
The Joe Rickey: Bourbon, Lime, Soda, and Not a Grain of Sugar
The Kir Royale: An Old Fashioned Wearing a Cocktail Dress
The Long Island Iced Tea: A Highball Wearing Four Spirits as a Disguise
The Madras: Vodka's Easiest Living
The Michelada: Beer's Best Argument for Breakfast
The Mimosa: Two Ingredients, Zero Excuses
The Mind Eraser: One Pull Through a Straw and It's Gone
The Moscow Mule: A Copper Mug Full of Cold, Simple Work
The Negroni Sbagliato: A Beautiful Mistake That Refuses to Apologize
The Nutcracker: New York's Sidewalk Sour in a Plastic Cup
The Paloma: Mexico's Real Drink, Hiding in Plain Sight Behind the Margarita
The Presbyterian: Whiskey's Quiet Sunday Drink
The Rebujito: Andalusia's Antidote to Day Drinking
The Red Snapper: The Bloody Mary's Gin-Soaked Older Sibling
The Rum Rickey: Sour Truth in a Tall Glass
The Screwdriver: Only as Good as the Orange Juice
The Sea Breeze: Vodka's Pink Apology for the 1980s
The Suffering Bastard: Cairo's Hangover Cure in a Highball Glass
The Tootsie Roll: Two Cheap Ingredients, One Stupid Miracle
The Transfusion: Vodka, Grape Juice, and the Best Drink the Golf Course Ever Built
The Trash Can: An Honest Accounting of a Dishonest Drink
The Vegas Bomb: A Highball in Disguise, Dropped From a Great Height
The Vodka Rickey: What You Drink When the Day Has Won
The Whiskey Highball: Two Ingredients, Nowhere for a Bad Bottle to Run
The Woo Woo: A 1990s Booth Drink That Refuses to Apologize
Tokyo Tea: The Long Island in a Green Dress