I'm regressing with each passing day...returning to my adolescent days of chronic masturbation and prolonged eye contact with boys leading to nothing (except early stages of carpel tunnel perhaps). I blame Spring. Just because I live in Los Angeles where it's Spring everyday of the fucking year doesn't mean I don't still feel the push and pull of of the Big Four. It's a little more subtle but there are three, clear, red flags that Spring is upon me (or in me, if you will).
1.0 The Jacarandas - trees I ignore all year long burst into purple blossoms and rain petals like something from a Disney cartoon...or nature.
2.0 My ability to find the biggest car crash of a human being attractive sans alcohol (e.g. there's a picture of Mel Gibson going around the web right now. I think it's supposed to scare me but I immediately shot up on a lady geyser upon seeing that homo erectus with that Jew hating look in his eye...beard burn? I'll take it!)
3.0 The gin and tonic.
Back in the day, I lived in an apartment building called The Barcelona (the awning would remind you in case you forgot) along with one of my best pals, nickname: Fahx. Come springtime, circa 5pm, I would go a'knocking at Fahx's door in search of gin. He had the Sapphire (our pick at the time) and, more importantly, the secret weapon: Elderflower Syrup... from Ikea. A tablespoon of this special treat, a couple of fingers of Sapphire, some TJ's tonic and it tasted like we were actually drinking Spring.
Every night after I teach class I think I'd like to have one of these, but I no longer live in The Barcelona. So plans have to be made, texts sent, and spontaneity abandoned. Sometimes we still get together for homemade G&Ts, but more often than not I'll get my fix at The Hungry Cat in Hollywood. It's a wee bit pricey, sure, but I tasted Spring there recently...and for $12? It was a hell of a lot easier than trying to fuck a jacaranda.
Run don't walk!
The Hungry Cat
1535 North Vine
Hollywood, CA 90028
323.462.2155
www.thehungrycat.com
final word: The food is great, yes, but the cocktails are some of the best in town. Trust your bartender. The daily specials - at this time of year - are guaranteed to sate any Springtime cravings (well, most).
On my last visit I had a tangerine gin and tonic that almost made me weep. They were kind enough to give me the recipe.* Do it!
* A Midspring Dream
(from The Hungry Cat)
1.5 oz. of Plymouth Gin
1 oz. fresh lime juice
1 muddled tangerine
3/4 oz. simple syrup
splash of tonic
Put everything but the tonic in a low ball packed with ice. Muddle to your heart's content, top with tonic, stir once and enjoy.