Print, Press, and the Moscow Mule.

Intriguing title, no?

Tonight I fell in love. In a big way. With a drink (and it’s venue).

Ok, call me shallow but it was the first day of spring. Convertible top down ride into the city, visit to the Grateful Dead exhibit at the New York Historical Society (more on this tomorrow) drinks and apps at a sidewalk cafe and then dinner at what will most probably become my favorite new spot in NY. A big thanks to Mo for telling us about this place.

Print Restaurant is located on 48th Street and 11th Avenue in an old printing building that houses Ink48, a beautiful, extremely green and pet friendly Kimpton Hotel. They even have a jar of dog biscuits at the front desk.

Back to the drink; they serve the Moscow Mule in the most beautiful vessel I have ever put my lips to. This perfect little copper globe is iced to perfection and then filled with vodka, ginger beer and lime juice. This heavenly combination will prove to be extremely dangerous for me this summer. It is the perfect blend of tang and kick. I am not going to lie, I am already craving another.

But the love affair does not end here. The staff was delightful. When I told the waiter I found the name of the drink sort of silly, he went on to tell me of its origin. Vodka first came to the states in the 1930s from Russia. People found it foreign and odd and well… Russian and they did not know what to do with it so they mixed it with lime and ginger beer to make it more palatable. Understatement, again, this drink is scary delicious. I mentioned how much I loved the copper cup and the next time the waiter came to the table he had written down the manufacturer and told told me that they are from the 1950s and could be found on ebay. How much do we love this guy?

Sipping my BDF (best drink forever) in the zen-like atmosphere of this beautiful venue it was hard not to feel at home. It is both chic and unpretentious, as is the menu. The restaurant is committed to supporting local and sustainable farmers – gotta love that. There was not a meal at the table that was not delicious. Fresh, locally grown ingredients, warm and wonderful staff and an addictive beverage… trifecta!

To top off the evening we had the treat of getting a tour of the soon to be open rooftop bar, Press. The photo above is taken from the wrap around terrace. Now THIS is a place you will find me often this summer.

Thank you to the maitré d, John, who treated us like family. We will surely be back often. And as a printing family, of course we loved the names… Print, Press, Ink48. Even the floors of the hotel are named after typefaces, a detail not lost on a design geek like myself.

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