I went to a new restaurant on Bowery over the weekend called Double Crown that has this pseudo British colonial vibe (think curries and quail), and I had my very first Pimm's No. 1 Cup. (Wow, I'm making this seem like a WAAAAYYY bigger deal than it was.)
ANYWAY, I think it may be my drink of the season, which is especially surprising considering I've tried to keep my distance from anything gin-based since a curious night that included some sort of painful cookie dough liquor. (Yup! Totally as gross as it sounds!) Apparently—thanks, Wikipedia!—the cocktail was invented in 1823 as a health drink. So CLEARLY it's good for you, and I don't have to feel guilty about not taking vitamins.
Fruity, pretty, non-Pimm's drinks at D.C. by way of NY Mag
It took me until 2008 to realize that writing things on the internet doesn't (necessarily) make you the most annoying person in the universe. Then my friend had a dream that I had a blog where I posted a photo of myself in an orange sequined dress. Hot.
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