Cocktails and Possum Tails, A Happy Hour Story
Heather and I went to Moonshine for happy hour. I haven't been to happy hour anywhere since I worked as a Big Hotshot Financial Advisor back when the earth had not yet cooled and the tech bubble had not yet burst.
It was one of those spring days in Texas that makes you forget what you're in for come June. We sat in the garden, surrounded by antique rosebushes. Heather and I split two marinated steak kabobs that were grilled to perfection and flavorful, with grape tomatoes and pearl onions on a bed of bleu cheese and grilled corn salsa. It was the first time I had seen pearl onions outside their natural environment, the bottom of my grandmother's glass of gin.
Heather had some sort of fancy long island iced tea and I had a mojito sort of creation, but made with lemon and limoncello followed by a delicious cranberry juice, vodka and champagne cocktail. Very light, very lovely. We also split a huge plate of perfectly fried calamari that were tender beyond belief.
Except for drinking my first cocktail too quickly, which made me lose feeling in my arms for a few minutes (as per usual) and being introduced to a baby possum named, I believe, Louie; our happy hour experience.
Total price, excluding tip was well under 20 bucks.
Excellent.
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