While
Mike and I were at Tales of the Cocktail last summer, we heard a lady order up
a Sazerac somewhere (Arnaud's French 75 maybe?) in the strangest, creakiest
voice we'd ever heard. She said, "Usu-ally, I don't drink Saz-er-acs"
and we got the biggest kick out it for absolutely no reason. I guess we were
tired to the point of delirium and we honestly could not stop uttering
"Saz-er-ac" for a long time afterward. We took turns saying it long
after we had returned to Chicago and I'm sure that it got old quick for anyone
who had to listen to it, especially Allison.
So,
being that the Saint Charles is a gin-Sazerac at its core, I decided to name it
on behalf of the two people it evokes for me.
Frontier
Park, Saint Charles, MO.
Photo
by Maguana.
*Technically,
Allison's hometown is Albuquerque, but she spent just as much time in Saint
Charles... So, for the sake of clean sentence construction, I've decided to
keep it as you see it. My apologies for slight inaccuracy and rambling.
Stay
tuned for Part III, which will contain the recipe and a bit about why I chose
the Sazerac as a starting point.
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