Pimm's!

Perhaps it's the Royal Wedding talking, the long-awaited advent of spring finally coming to fruition, or just a general sense that I wish I were in the UK in a pub with my friends, but thoughts have turned this past week to Pimm's, possibly the national drink of England.

Pimm's is a gin-based liqueur, of about 25% ABV, and it tastes rather medicinal on its own. But when mixed with "lemonade" (more on this in a moment), it becomes a very basic Pimm's Cup, and is the very perfect thing for a hot summer day. Lemonade, in the British world, is a very dry fizzy drink with actual lemon juice in it. The closest I can come in the US is San Pellegrino Limon, but any of the lemon sodas will do in a pinch. I like to squeeze in some fresh lemon just to cut the inevitable sweetness of an American soda. Pimm's cup may also, incidentally, be made with ginger ale. Or, for a Pimm's Royale, champagne.

Traditionally, a Pimm's Cup is built in a large pitcher, with slices of cucumber and lemon, and topped with borage and mint. I never have been able to find borage, so I use more cucumber, and add orange, lime, and strawberries. So basically, a fruit cocktail in a cocktail. Mix 1 part Pimm's to 3 parts lemonade, add lots of ice, and enjoy, preferably while floating down a river, enjoying a picnic lunch, or overlooking some beautiful slice of the English countryside.

Or whenever. This stuff is great, and 'tis the season.

Illness.

...makes one not wish to drink anything other than gatorade and chicken soup. Sorry.

I do have a bit of a rant, just while I'm at it though. Last week, a bunch of us tried to make a reservation at Sushi Azabu, and while we were rebuffed from the sushi restaurant below, we did have a lovely meal of "Japanese-inspired-Italian" on the ground floor. What threw me most was that our bartender, very meticulously and neatly dressed, poured our beers into stemless wine glasses. Everything else was just-so, but beer in a wine glass, particularly one without a stem? Bullcrap.

Look, I'm not indifferent to the desires of Belgian beer aficionados who demand their beer in a goblet or snifter or some such glass. I've experienced it and I love it too. But when serving a middling Japanese macrolager like Sapporo, put the stemless wineglasses away and give me a pint glass - something I can comfortably hold, that doesn't make me feel like I'm drinking out of a red plastic cup. Frankly, I'd even have preferred the red plastic cup.

H.R. 1161

Rep. Jason Chaffetz (R-Utah) went on record last summer arguing against frivolous House resolutions congratulating sports teams or other trivial business that he calls "terribly frustrating."

So I guess I'm a little peeved that Rep. Chaffetz is sponsoring H.R. 1161, which does nothing but reaffirms laws that are already in place. 1161 "reaffirm[s] state-based alcohol regulation," meaning that the States get to place restrictions on the interstate commerce of alcohol, even in the face of the Commerce Clause of the US Constitution, which puts that power in the hands of Congress.

The NYTimes has an interesting op-ed piece on the subject. I think some of the restrictions are completely asinine. A friend of mine couldn't get Domaine de Canton in Michigan because there was no in-state distributor that had been OK'd by the state liquor board for that purpose. Yeah, like we're all going to go out on ginger-flavored-liqueur-fueled bender and tear up Southeast Michigan, but for the state liquor board holding us all in check. At any rate, it's spring in New Jersey and New York, and I can't get my beloved Oberon, which was the summer tipple of Ann Arbor life. So now I have to drive to Pennsylvania to pick some up. Lame.