I am writing and scheduling this post from a small exclusive party at the Castle Pockless, which is almost entirely devoid of furniture. The good doctor’s worldly goods have mostly been sent abroad on his foreign travels, and the man himself is squatting in his own soon-to-be-former home, surrounded by packing tape and leftover spices. We have found a carton of alcohol free mojito mix, added a splash of Morgan’s Spiced Rum, and spent the evening playing Maponimoes and arguing good-naturedly over what you call a non-alcoholic cocktail to which one has added alcohol.
The bar today is serving non-alcoholic cocktails which have been rendered alcoholic again (by the addition of alcohol). Name your drink. No, really, give it a name.
I think you might call them unmocktails.
I’ll have a Virgin Mary please. With added vodka.
I’ll have a Shit-faced Shirley Temple.
I’ll have a “is my fucking house finished yet? No? FUCKIT, TEQUILA”.
I reckon a nonalcoholic Martini is an olive. I’m going to realcoholify it with a dram of Laphroaig in a separate glass.
I shall then give the olive to the boy, as a treat.
Kaliber (alcohol free beer) always tasted like cold tea to me, only not as nice as cold tea. So, I’ll have some cold tea with a large quantity of gin added, and call it a G&Tea.
Please and thank you.
(Haven’t been here for too long, workload ridiculous. Send gin.)
Is hot lemon and honey a cocktail? Cos that’s what I’m mostly drinking today. Add some whisky and call it a lemony toddy, I guess.