Friday, September 19, 2014


Four weeks into my being back from the land of fromage and love, I am still somewhat reeling in the memories. I have to laugh when I realize that this year alone, I have been to Paris a crazy amount of 3 times, and that's not even counting the times I passed through. This is it, my life is over, I've done all the traveling I need to do for a while, and consumed copious amounts of liquor in the process. Sorry, liver.

On a balmy night in Paris, our Parisian host kidnapped us at took us to a little taco joint, dragging us through it, past burritos and latin-looking couples snogging on high chairs, through a door and down a rabbithole, into a secret little bar, as dark as an underground prison cave, but rich in cute bartenders and strange concoctions.


  • Tequila Ocho Blanco
  • Cocci Torino Vermouth
  • Suze Saveur D'Autrefois Liquor
  • Watermelon juice
  • Mint leaves
  • fresh lemon
  • Chuncho bitters
La classe! I miss you, Paris.

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