In a narrow alley, reeking of piss and pot, at the fag end of LA Ramblas, resides a King. The King of the Mojitos.
It is a crowded passage, the regular clientele heavily tattooed, and with an even heavier attitude; the men are black and dreadlocked, the girls, pale, and very interesting. Wanton heartbreakers, every one.
The King oversees his loyal throng, dispensing his minty medicine and big hearted favours from a palatial hole in the wall; favouring his subjects with wit and wisdom, high fives and complicated handshakes.
The Mojitos are concocted with great flair and an ostentatious grinding and shaking of ice and sugar. In honesty, they are far from the best in town, I fear the King’s bar-keeping skills are really an emperors’ new clothes situation, but as an experience, it is a Barcelona takeaway too good to be missed.
The problem with modern Mojitos is that they are often too strong. It is meant to be long, cool refreshing drink, not a headache in a glass. Try you own, but remember, go easy on the rum!
Ingredients: white rum, half a lime, 2 tsp sugar, mint sprigs and soda water
Gently muddle the mint with the sugar in a little soda water until the sugar is dissolved and you smell the mint. Squeeze in the lime juice and continue muddling. Soak with rum and shake with ice. Top up the glass with a splash of soda water.
There's a bloke in the Gorbals gives out stuff that looks like that. Think the local's call it Methadone though and it doesn't have a salad in it.
ReplyDeleteYes, salad might be an issue.
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