Tonight I’ll be having a bottle of Brooklyn Lager and a shot of Jameson in remembrance of Douglas Corrigan’s flight from Brooklyn to Ireland.
On July 17, 1938, Douglas Corrigan filed a flight plan for a return trip to California from Brooklyn.
The story’s really quite fascinating. Some say he pulled the stunt intentionally, after having been denied permission to cross the Atlantic.
The following is from History.com:
After arriving in New York, Corrigan filed plans for a transatlantic flight, but aviation authorities deemed it a suicide flight, and he was promptly denied.
Instead, they would allow Corrigan to fly back to the West Coast, and on July 17 he took off from Floyd Bennett field. After takeoff, he made a 180-degree turn and vanished.
Twenty-eight hours later, Corrigan landed his plane in Dublin. He stepped out of his plane and exclaimed: “Just got in from New York. Where am I?”
Seems like the sort of thing that should be remembered with suds and spirit.
I was thinking something along the lines of a Manhattan made with Irish whiskey (plus a few other little additions):
Wrong Way Corrigan
•2 ounces Irish whiskey
•1/2 oz sweet vermouth
•1/2 oz dry vermouth
•Splash lemon juice
•Dash orange bitters
Shake and strain into a chilled cocktail glass or serve in a lowball glass with fresh ice.
Thoughts? It’s essentially just a a perfect Manhattan with Irish whiskey and some citrus (lemon juice and orange bitters).
If this drink already exists and has a name just let me know in the comments section.