Rum-based drinks served with bamboo straws. Spearmint and pineapple, maraschino cherries speared on a tiny bar sword. A waiter in a loud floral shirt asks you for your order. "A mystery bowl for me and my associates." There's Hawaiian slack music on the speakers, and old surf videos on the TV behind the bar.
The staff bangs a gong as they bring the shareable drink to the table. You plunge your straw below the surface and take a sip. It's a two hour vacation, a holidy from real.
The dark sister of tiki cocktails
1 1/2Ā ouncesĀ blackstrapĀ rum (or split it 1:1 with something lighter)
3/4Ā ounceĀ Campari
1 1/2Ā ouncesĀ pineapple juice
1/2Ā ounceĀ lime juice
1/2Ā ounceĀ simple syrup
Skewer a cherry with one of those little umbrellas and recline.
In this situation, āKentucky Silkā Bourbon Whiskey, Mexican coke, maraschino cherry, orange bitters, served on the rocks in a tiki themed high ball glass and a glass straw #wetjanuary
What happens behind the wheel is, frankly, none of my business. I'd rather spend my time picking songs/sipping coffee/taking in the scene.
Driving is so pedestrian.
I swear to god this shit is too powerful. It doesnāt always work out the way I hoped but the win/loss ratio is definitely in my favour. We are social creatures. We like helping each other. Just do it. Ask me for something if you want. Who knows what Iāll say.
