Big Hero 6 comes out tomorrow, and we round out the team with a simple multiethnic cocktail for Hiro Hamada
Hiro Hamada San Fransokyo Cocktail
1 scsp (2 dashes, ¼ tsp, or 1.25mL) orange petite bitters
1 tsp granulated sugar, or 1/4 oz (7.25mL) 1:1 simple syrup
1 Jigger (2 oz) total Pisco brandy + peated malt whiskey (recommended ratio 3:1, 1.5oz + .5oz)
1 strip Lemon Zest for garniture
Chill a 4.5 oz cocktail goblet
Add bitters and sweetner to glass mixing tumbler
(If using dry sugar, add a splash (~0.25 oz) water and stir to pre-dissolve sugar)
Add brandy and whiskey to tin
Fill mixing tumbler 2/3 full with ice, stir gently to prevent aeration
Strain with hawthorne strainer only into cocktail goblet
Express lemon zest oils over goblet, stir peel into cocktail
Welcome back to our countdown to Big Hero 6, where we’ll be going through each team member with a drink! Now, while my first preference is to take an preexisting drink and reconstruct it, I’m settling for something that I feel represents their personalities or tastes and what they would drink (if they were into alcohol), rather than something that say, looks exactly like them (without naming a few sites)… Now, we don’t have a lot of material to go on for any of these characters, so I’m going to be running entirely off of a) knowledge from their official character bios and released images, b) trailers and TV spots, and c) extrapolations from some of the general info floating around from the old comic miniseries from 2008 that Disney appears to be blending with original content and the first team.
Big Hero 6 centers around Hiro Hamada, boy genius. He’s an brilliant, cocky slacker orphan who lives with his brother and aunt, blowing his time on underground cockfighting, I mean, uh… botfighting. Once (the trailer implies) he loses his brother, however, he has to come to terms with his loss and make something of his life. Half a movie later, cue the formation of Big Hero 6. After some of (it seems like) his tech is stolen from school, Hiro is the one who puts together the power armors for his classmates utilizing each friend’s own tech as a superpower (except Fred. Sorry Fred.) Even Baymax, technically his brother’s creation, gets the oft-mentioned-in-trailers “carbon fiber underwear”. Surprisingly, rumors note that Hiro himself doesn’t have much power in his suit, his main tech purportedly being gloves that magnetically draw and latch him onto Baymax as a mount, Rocket/Groot-style. Much buzz has been made about the cultural fusion of this movie, culminating in the comic-to-film transformation from Japanese Hiro Takachiho to mixed Japanese-Caucasian Hiro Hamada, played by Japanese-Caucasian actor Ryan Potter.
Hiro’s was actually the first drink we put together. We wanted something classic, uncluttered, and restrained. In him was San Francisco, whose fondness for Pisco was mentioned in Honey’s post, and Tokyo, whose fondness for malt whisky was covered in Gogo’s post. Combining the two was another exercise in proportioning, as the ratio had to keep the very forward whisky from overpowering the more delicate grape flavors in Pisco. 3:1 was the golden ratio for our tastes and these particular products (Barsol Quebranta and Nikka Taketsuru 12 Year), but depending on peatiness of the whisky or the proof and grapes in the Pisco, this could change.
In keeping with a simple drink, we took the resulting jigger of spirit and turned it into a cocktail. Bitters mitigate the nasal alcohol burn you expect from a majority ~80 proof drink, orange specifically being a pure citrus note that doesn’t try and hide or confuse its flavor amongst the grape and the malt. Just a touch of sweetness keeps the bitterness in check. This could be served old-fashioned, crushing a lump of sugar and leaving it fairly undissolved at the bottom of the drink in a rocks glass, but we prefer it soft (fully diluted) and up in a goblet, so that it maintains perfect dilution after it’s made. While the stem will keep hands from heating it too fast (assuming you’re not cupping the bowl), it’s not meant to last a whole night, either. A few gulps and it’s gone, temporary as all things in life. Pretend we’re finishing with a wise Zen something.