The Clover Club is a fruity mixture of gin, sweeteners, egg white, and nostalgia. For all intents and purposes, some drinks are dead, but no one has the heart to take them off the respirator. Like the epitaph on the atheist’s grave, “All dressed up and no place to go,” the Clover Club and other archaic cocktails are still noted, but few people know anything about their source.
The Clover Club has particularly suffered because of its name. Although it was supposedly named for a group of wits who roasted politicians once a year and tippled at the posh bar in the Bellevue-Stratford Hotel in Philadelphia, the name Clover Club reeks of some crummy dive where the whiskey starts pouring at nine in the morning. The drink, which dates from the late 1800s, was singled out by Esquire magazine in 1934 as one of the ten worst cocktails. In the spirit of raising Lazarus from the dead, however, the recipe for the Clover Club has been resurrected below.
As with all drinks mixed with eggs, the Clover Club must be shaken furiously. As a tip, don’t tell anyone about the egg until after a few sips.