Post a Comment On: Confessions of a Restaurant Whore

Sorry about that tattoo post, folks. Brian meant to post it on his blog and accidentally posted it on mine -- I was as surprised to see it as you were.

At any rate, Jon and I popped into Luna Park last night for a late night snack of their classics (goat cheese fondue, tuna poke and s'mores) and I noticed they had a new drink.

The Raspberry Lime Rickey.

Now lately, I've been waxing poetic about this drink from my youth. Found on the east coast, a Raspberry Lime Rickey is made of soda water, lime juice and raspberry syrup. And I *really* miss them, especially during the warm months. They just taste like summer to me (although Chez Panisse's strawberry sorbet can give them a run for their money on that one).

Luna Park's version has Hangar One lime Vodka, lime juice, pureed raspberries and *I think* a splash of soda all on the rocks. I tried to fool myself and the waitress by saying I wasn't drinking that night, but one sip of Jon's and I had to get one of my own. Now I'm not usually one to get excited about a non-wine related drink. This is a fantastic fucking drink.

So fantastic, in fact, that I daresay it's the best goddamn drink I've had in a good long while. And I made sure to tell them so.

I see many, many more of them in my future.

xoxo
Joy

"To eat is a necessity. To eat intelligently is an art."
--La Rochefoucauld