Top of the list of my New Year’s Eve libations this year was a cheeky little cocktail called the Lord Suffolk.
Featured in the classic Savoy Cocktail Book from 1930, the Lord Suffolk is a gin based cocktail and believe me, it is deeelicious!!!! It’s so good!
On top of the gin you have herby notes from vermouth, citrus from Cointreau and a nutty flavour from Maraschino liqueur.
This will however knock you flat if you have more than one though so go easy!
I’ve included a cautionary tale via some dating tips from the 1930’s to guide you in the correct etiquette of dealing with the Lord Suffolk so why not make yourself one, sit back, sip up an enjoy!
Him: Is that a nip I see before me? Mummy warned me about loose non-brassièred women like you. Must. Avert. Eyes. OMG, you’ve also got cankles!
Her: Calm down, that’s just my wrinkled stockings.
Pre – Date Chit Chat
Her: I wish I could just tug my girdle around a little bit. I feel it’s making me sit awkwardly. Good thing I have a jawful of Stay Calm Chewing gum or I’d be ready to bury an axe in your boring AF head.
Him: If you snap your gum at me one more time, I’m going to strangle you with my pristine white handkerchief. And BTW you sit like a truck driver with elephantiasis of the testicles. It’s making me weirdly horny.
Out and About
Him: Mummy gave me that hankie. She washed and ironed it specially for me, and now it’s RUINED, you harlot!
Her: If only this was the 21st century where the object I am holding would be a mobile phone and not a compact. I could
a) send a selfie to my bestie asking her if she thinks I should have worn a brassière tonight and,
b) ask her to call me to say she’s had a girdle tugging emergency and needs me to come immediately.
One Lord Suffolk Later
Her: This is the best drink I’ve ever had. Let’s go dance one of those new fangled jitterbugs!
Him: You know, you’re not so bad after all. Waiter, another round of these delightful Lord Suffolk cocktails!
The Dance Floor
Her: You put the boom-boom into my heart, You send my soul sky high when your lovin’ starts
Jitterbug into my brain, Goes a bang-bang-bang ’til my feet do the same. (RIP George Michael!)
Him: STFU! How do you expect me to concentrate on perfecting my moves like Jagger when your incessant idiotic ramblings prevent me from hearing the beat? And whose hat is that?
Two Lord Suffolk’s Later
Her: I love you Lord Suffolk, you’re my best friend.
Him: I hate you. And whose fucking hat is that?
Three Lord Suffolk’s Later
Him: Dear Mummy, you were right, all women are drunken sluts…
Random Double Breasted Suit Wearing Stranger: My hat! Mamma Mia!! What has she done to my hat?
- 5/8 Gin - I used Beefeater
- 1/8 Italian Dry Vermouth*
- 1/8 Cointreau
- 1/8 Luxardo Maraschino
- Lemon Peel to garnish
- Shake well and strain into a chilled cocktail glass.
- Garnish with a strip of lemon peel.
- *The original recipe used sweet vermouth. I tried with both sweet and dry and preferred the dry. Use your preference.