Mothers everywhere have said since the beginning of time that “nothing good happens after midnight.”
With due respect, moms, there is often one good idea that can come only in the wee hours of the morning: the nightcap. And we’ve all been there.
The phrase alone augers an air of sophistication, of indulgence that leans ever so close to overindulgence, but still manages to toe the line. It is an old fashioned phrase, but modern all at once. It’s easy enough to picture the likes of Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall or Jay-Z and Beyonce retiring to some quiet corner of their estate where an ornate crystal pitcher containing some form of potion awaits.
Sophisticated conversations are had over a nightcap. Important conversations. The things unsaid in that thoughtful pause over dinner will finally come out. The night is no longer young, and whatever goes unsaid during the nightcap conversation will remain unsaid for at least another day.