This works. And why does it work? Because I’d never order any other kind of Margarita, of course! Because I am over 16.
It came to pass that one middle of the afternoon I was at Chez Jay’s, a very cool restaurant at the Santa Monica/Venice Beach border, with my two friends, killing time before flying back home. It was, if memory serves, the very day that Janet Jackson suffered her “wardrobe malfunction” and thus, the kitchen had been shut down in anticipation thereof, for very it is a fact well-known among the wise that cooks all have the Second Sight.
And it so happened that each of my friends ordered a diet Coke.
And I ordered, “A double Sauza Conmemorativo Margarita, on the rocks.”
And the waiter said, “At least you’re fun!”
You Are a Lime Margarita |
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Hyper and driven, you despise lazy behavior of all kinds… especially lazy drunks too tired to dance! |
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But you’ve been eating blueberries and such. So there you go.
Tru dat.
Blueberry and tequila would be lovely (and POM Mango Pomegranate and Tequila is fabulous indeed) but it is NOT a Margarita, any more than an Appletini is a Martini. I’m quite the snob about these things, to no-one’s surprise.
I am apparently a blueberry margarita, too. Although I don’t believe in the existence of such a thing. It is a sin to sully tequila with blueberries, or any thing else that is good for you.
On the contrary, it’s known as “Compromise” like getting a sugar-free sorbet in a sugar cone.