Thought for Food

September 7, 2010

M.’s cousin Tulsi was visiting from London. The last time she was here M. squired her around to all the Serious Cocktail Bars; this time she came with a list of must-have, totally-craving drinks. At the top was a Ramos Gin Fizz, that legendary ladykiller (hey, it worked on me).

(Can we just take a moment to admire how gorgeous she is? Damn.)

Our friend Jim took on the task with all the dedication a good Ramos requires. He shook it for 4 minutes then passed it to M., who shook it for another 4 and passed it to me. I sorta-shook it for a minute and then passed it to this random girl at the bar who was watching the performance with delighted saucer eyes. She sorta-shook it and passed it back to M. who shook it some more and then passed it back to Jim who shook it shook it shook it and finally — a whopping 4” of sweet, tart foam! Glory be.

Tulsi was happy as a fat kid with an ice cream cone — except way happier ‘cause her ice cream had gin.

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