by Sara Mead
A couple of weeks ago, some friends and I met up in a bar/coffee shop around 4:30. It was an open question whether we were going to have coffee or drinks–but that question was answered when I saw what the bartender was making. He was mashing blueberries with a pestle in a glass, to which he then added a slice of lemon, two packets of Domino sugar, and mashed again before adding a shot of Grey Goose, and a touch of sprite.
“I want that,” I told the waitress, who responded with a pained look.
“That’s not a real drink. It’s just something he made up just now.”
“I don’t care. I want that.” She left and conferred with him for a few minutes before returning and agreeing to serve us the drink.
It was delicious.
So much so, in fact, that I decided to try making it myself, at home. Here’s a picture.