THIS ARTICLE IS ADAPTED FROM THE NOVEMBER 5, 2022, EDITION OF GASTRO OBSCURA’S FAVORITE THINGS NEWSLETTER. YOU CAN SIGN UP HERE. A couple of weeks ago, I was at Wiggle Room, a cocktail bar in New York’s East Village, when the contents of my glass stopped me mid-sip. The drink, called a Slam Dunk Disco, tasted like a white negroni on a tropical vacation. There were hints of banana and apricot—but then there was also a note of something funky in the baseline that was hard to place. It wasn’t…