Batch cocktails—preparing a full pitcher of Old Fashioneds or Negronis ahead of time, chilled and ready to pour—are having a practical moment.
The appeal is obvious. There is no mixing during the party, no interruption of conversation. No moment when the host steps behind an imagined bar and the gathering's social current goes slack. But efficiency in service of what, exactly?
The recipe assumes an answer—that the host's visible absence from drink-making is the goal, that the labor of preparation is something to be compressed and hidden rather than performed. This was not always the assumption, and it is not universal now.
The Old Fashioned itself emerged in the late 1880s at the Pendennis Club in Louisville as an act of theater. The drink demanded a host—someone who would crack ice, add a sugar cube, measure bourbon with deliberate care, stir it into being while the guest watched. That visible, almost ritualistic preparation was not a problem to solve. It was the point. Don Draper's Old Fashioneds in Mad Men work not because they appear frictionless but because they carry the weight of craft, of a man standing still for thirty seconds in a room full of motion.
They are not the same thing.
”The batch-prep solution only becomes necessary if you have already accepted that the host-as-bartender is a liability rather than a feature—that the best entertaining is the kind where nobody notices the work. A pitcher of premixed cocktails says this. I have done the labor so you do not have to watch it. A stirred drink made in front of you says this. I have done this labor as part of the gathering itself. That deliberation is part of what you are here for. Speed and invisibility are not the same thing as graciousness.