Heady Weaponry

Facing into another disheartening four week trek to the next pay packet, shaking the moths and fluff out of the wallet in the hopes that somewhere at the bottom there’s a wormhole into another dimension formed entirely out of readily convertible cash….

Sarah sees my White Lady and raises me a French 75, named after some WWI heavy artillery:

2oz London dry gin

1oz simple syrup

1 1/2oz lemon juice

5oz brut Champagne

cracked ice

Shake, and strain into flutes.

Haven’t tried it yet, but sounds delightful.