
French 75
Christine came into town last weekend without Charles in a counter move to his “man weekend” a few weeks ago in the mountains of Western Pennsylvania. She requested that we have a weekend that would be, “some sort of spoof on staying up late, not showering, drinking massive quantities of light beer, playing video games and having chili made from the last of the previous season’s wild game kill.” Of course, I quickly agreed. For our Friday cocktail hour, we had a delicious round of French 75s. Somehow, these became our go-to drink over the summer, probably because we always seem to have a little gin on hand, as well as a sack full of lemons, and a jar of simple syrup. Though they are elegant and not terribly difficult to make, they pack a wallop (mostly due to the secret ingredient: drinkablility), so be careful.