Mint Juleps
Recently went to visit Disneyland, and couldn't help but stop by the fake French Quarter to get some Mint Juleps (no alcohol, naturally!). The mint juleps are in the back corner window by the bathrooms beneath the train stop near the Pirates of the Caribbean. Sucking down the fake julep, I was pleasantly transported back to a N'awluns pre-Katrina trip I had taken.
We had gone on one of those tour buses that take you out to a manor on the plantation and you're supposed to be so interested in life and slavery in the old days that you love to look at a bunch of old stuff laying around and marvel at the greens. In this case, the only interesting aspect of the whole tour was the long road way covered with the huge Oak trees.
After the tour and before the bus would leave again, we browsed the shop and considered eating at the restaurant, but decided against it. We did, however, buy the $5 Mint Juleps (leaded, alcohol!) and I particularly asked for no ice. That raised some eyebrows (I hate ice, stop looking at me funny) but I certainly enjoyed it. Needless to say, I was quite refreshed and jolly for many hours.
Later in the same trip, we had stopped at some bar and I ordered a mint julep. It was served in a huge tumbler, and was completely undrinkable. I mean, if you pour three litres of gin into a flower vase, add some crushed ice and top it with a sprig of mint, that's not a mint julep. I had to abandon the poor thing and slink away, hoping no one had seen me. You could get the entire continent of Africa drunk on that thing and I would have died if I had tried to get past the 1/3 mark.
"Ah, mint juleps," I thought as I sipped the Disneyland version.
We had gone on one of those tour buses that take you out to a manor on the plantation and you're supposed to be so interested in life and slavery in the old days that you love to look at a bunch of old stuff laying around and marvel at the greens. In this case, the only interesting aspect of the whole tour was the long road way covered with the huge Oak trees.
After the tour and before the bus would leave again, we browsed the shop and considered eating at the restaurant, but decided against it. We did, however, buy the $5 Mint Juleps (leaded, alcohol!) and I particularly asked for no ice. That raised some eyebrows (I hate ice, stop looking at me funny) but I certainly enjoyed it. Needless to say, I was quite refreshed and jolly for many hours.
Later in the same trip, we had stopped at some bar and I ordered a mint julep. It was served in a huge tumbler, and was completely undrinkable. I mean, if you pour three litres of gin into a flower vase, add some crushed ice and top it with a sprig of mint, that's not a mint julep. I had to abandon the poor thing and slink away, hoping no one had seen me. You could get the entire continent of Africa drunk on that thing and I would have died if I had tried to get past the 1/3 mark.
"Ah, mint juleps," I thought as I sipped the Disneyland version.
posted by T. Pascal | 5:31 PM
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