Sunday, August 17

The Long Slow March to Alcoholism...

...has to begin with a pitcher of perfectly mixed Brambles in the garden on a steamy but slowly cooling summer evening.

This drink -- especially when mixed to perfection at our favorite extortionate cocktail bar a few blocks over -- is so outta sight that one is tempted to have one for breakfast, one for brunch, one in the middle of the night when you wake up thirsty for its tart, blackberry goodness....if it weren't such a fucking bitch to juice all those lemons.

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