Celebrating Freedom
Mel and I were meeting Crystal for dinner to catch up and so on and so on. Ever since she moved to BC, we barely see her anymore. Mel had picked the terrace in front of the Metropolitain as a meeting point, planning to maybe wander in the Market for a place to eat. But since I was a few minutes behind and Crystal was nowhere in sight, Mel made the executive decision to pick up one of the few remaining tables on the Met’s patio. I showed up and we ordered drinks while we waited. Mel felt Euro-sophiticated and decided to go for an Alsatian Kiss, one of their Metro Martinis – Citron vodka, apple vodka, apple juice, simple syrup. (Why isn’t it called Lemon Vodka anyway?) It was a well balanced drink – not too sweet, some tartness. Refreshing. I opted for a pint of Stiegl. An Austrian beer, the…