I guess it's true, you can't go back. After years of raving, fantasizing and trying to recreate the Southern Manhattan from the Stanhope Grille, I finally got back there for dinner. Sorry to say but my attempts at home far surpassed what I got there a few weeks ago. This was just sad, sad, sad. It's supposed to be Woodford Reserve and Southern Comfort instead of vermouth. As you can see, the color is just all wrong. It should be golden, not this color which is so similar to the color of the cherry that you can barely discern the poor thing at the bottom of the glass.
I don't remember what my friend got but she is a vodka drinker and I think this it had cherries in it. She was happy.
Dinner was a soup (so long ago, I don't remember the type) and pork shank. Food was decent but nothing so great that I am dreaming about it.