That’s a very cool story. Other than Carter’s Rome martini, I don’t really have any perfect drink memories/stories. I have a few funny ones like drinking vodka and schnapps with Russians, who frankly, would have drunk turpentine had it been placed in front of them. The drinks spark the memory of the moment. Beer with a Czech artist in Kadan. Pastis with a street musician in Paris. Armagnac with Nicholas where as we drank, my French got better and his English got better, or perhaps it didn’t really matter. It seems it wasn’t so much the perfect drink as it was the perfect moment.
