Gina
Jimmy went over to one of the carts and produced two beautiful concoctions. One, a beautiful blend of pink and orange hues, with a sugared rim, and the other bright green, served in a tall glass. To my surprise he set the pretty one in front of Clutch, and the other in front of me.
“The f**k is this thing?” Clutch asked.
“That, my dear boy is art. It’s called a Trixie Sunrise,” Jimmy said.
“It would’ve killed you to bring me a beer?” Clutch protested, running his hand down his face.
“It’s not merely the presentation and taste of a cocktail that make it beautiful. There are also the drink’s ingredients and their desired effects to take into consideration. Knowing the cocktail that someone will enjoy, whether they’ll admit it, is one thing. Knowing the specific concoction, one need
