A genius bartender named Amy made up a drink just for me*…she let me name it, so don’t hold her accountable for that.
The Campfire Girl
- 2 oz. of Sombra mezcal
- .5 of orgeat
- .5 of lime
- .25 of pineapple
- 5 drops of saline
- 4 drops of firewater bitters
- spray the glass with Laphroaig
Visit her at the Green Room, and if you’re the manager of same, give her a raise.
*and if this is a real drink, and she didn’t make it up–don’t tell me that. I prefer the fiction.
Knowing you are capable of more and seeing other people easily obtain it are what make unequal societies so hard to take. Conservatives deride this as envy, but seeing someone flourish where you struggle to survive is its own harm.
Anat Shenker-Osorio, Don’t Buy It