Sadly Halloween is over and for most it’s back to the grind. Not even the normal grind but a supercharged holiday season hell grind. Even more sad this probably involves the most annoying members of your family. So while your head and body aches why not abandon the terrors of these dreaded two months while your able.
I’m not saying pack your bags, change your name to Tuxedo Johnny, and move to Tahiti. Cause fuck you that’s my idea. I am saying take a braincation. This month we’ll be focusing on braincations from the everyday doldrums of the Holiday season.
And every good vacation starts with a flight….
Luau Jet Pilot
½ oz Fresh Lime Juice
½ oz White Grapefruit
½ oz Cinnamon Syrup
½ oz Falernum
1 oz Smith and Cross
¾ oz Cruzan Gold
¾ oz Lemon Hart 151
6 drops Absinthe
½ cup Crushed Ice
Combine ingredients and blend for 5 seconds and then pour into an old fashioned glass. Add Ice to fill. Alternatively shake as hard and fast as you can for 10 seconds and do the same.
The nose is rich in the exotic spices of far off lands. Cinnamon, clove, ginger with mild hints of the rum all pop on your nose. Then the afterburners kick in as you sip and your rocketed away. We call rums specifically here because of the bold mouthfeel and flavor they produce when combined. Banana, Clove, and vanilla explode into burnt sugar sweetness and cinnamon all enveloped in a grapefruity twang. This drink takes charge and definitely breaks flavor barriers. It’s quite refreshing and very bracing but also nicely relaxing.
I’ve tried a few Luau recipes from Jeff Berry’s various books. This one of course comes from Sippin Safari, which you should own. It’s more than a drink book it’s a history of Tiki drinking in the mid 1900’s. Out of all the recipes from the Luau restaurant I’ve had, this is by far the best. One has to imagine ,judging on the recipe, that this was influenced by the Beachcomber or one of his ex-bartenders. It simply bares to many of his signatures.
Let the Jet Pilot be your guide. Lovely ladies and foreign lands await you in your braincation from dry fowl, judging glares, and tired old family tales.
“Until we land. You Get Hammered America!” – JFL