One of the best finds of the trip was the cocktail bar called Ruby. In an old town house, dark, narrow, with a few oriental rugs and homey touches, you wouldn’t expect to have one of the best drinks ever. Or discover an entire new spirit. Or invent a very popular game called, “Guess the Dane.” Ruby was a fun surprise, like an unexpectedly awesome first date. Doesn’t happen often does it? Especially not with games on canals. Hell, maybe this is common in Denmark….
Read The 866. Drink one. Realize it’s like the most wonderful, refreshing drink ever- Danish Paloma for sure- and ponder why Bacardi hid you from the charms of Acquavit for all those year… I was so in love and feeling real fly and sassy after just ONE. Until… my real rude friend burst my bubble and reminded me that it was $17 or something. I never quite got the Danish conversion. Divide by 16? Maybe just 20 and round down? Never worked.
I sat in this gorgeous little window enjoying the sick people watching on a Saturday night on the canal.
There were older Danes sipping wine and snacking on cheese. There was a gaggle of women and a swan float of unknown origin. There were tourists on the rent-a-boat (also with tables!) And a whole troupe of twenty somethings chilling to their friend’s jazz clarinet. It was so fun, that I just couldn’t stand it!
I’ve always been into emeralds, all things emerald cut, and rose gold, but I’ll make an exception for this Ruby. A jewel so precious that you’ll need two.