Mondays are hard enough. There's no need to make them worse by searching for the perfect cocktail. And so, tonight I categorically refused to search.
Instead, I just went straight to Flatiron Lounge.
I know I've waxed poetic about this Art Deco watering hole before. But, trust me, this place is worth every syllable - especially when I'm ordering a deep pink Cherry Fizz. A bubbly beauty, enriched with tart cherry juice, Scotch (yes, Scotch), and topped with brandy-infused cherries, this cocktail practically turned my Monday night into a Friday evening. (Well, Thursday eve, perhaps...)
Pure decadence in a glass.
I was supremely happy.
And, to think, I hadn't even explored the wonderful world of gin yet! (Not to mention the cute gent on the next stool, angling to catch my eye.)
All in all, a lovely Friday night. Or was it Thursday?
Then again, is the idea of Monday evening really so bad?
Tonight - not too bad at all.