Although I’ve never visited Havana, one of the appeals of the Mojito is the taste of Cuba – c.f. Die Another Day. However one tip for the wise: order only one of this fine minty cocktail in any one bar. The second invariably fails to live up to the promise of the first; in particular the quantity of mint leaf drops quite dramatically, as though my drinking tokens only qualify me for a handful.
Bloody Marys, on the other hand, should be ordered in merry abundance – even on low quality flights such as this lumbering NWA (yo yo) DC-10 flying San Francisco to Tokyo. Shannon and I have just made our way through several, and my only concern is that the Mr&Mrs T’s can warns that “Separation is normal”. Fortunately our relationship has survived thus far, albeit a little shaken.
(written a little while back on my Palm)
