I’m writing this on a Sunday evening. I’m slouched alone on the sofa, dressed in a decidedly unstylish pair of pyjamas, slurping at the remains of a cup of luke warm tea. On the TV, Carrie, Samantha, Miranda and Charlotte are perched on bar stools, dressed in top to toe glitz, sipping delicately at their cocktails.
Seriously, an impartial onlooker could barely tell us all apart.
Like many 30-something women with perfectly ordinary lives, SATC is the template for how I feel my life could be, if only I was prettier, thinner, richer, and more interesting. But until I win the lottery, lose two stone, and move to New York, there is really only one thing I can do to make believe I’m living the dream – drink cocktails.
I love cocktails. I love the glasses, the colours, the little bits of fruit on sticks, the barmen… I also love that they really just taste like lovely fruit juices, and you don’t notice the alcohol until you try to step gracefully down off your stool and end up tripping over your own shoes and tumbling over.
I would have been a fool then quite frankly to turn down an invitation last week from Midori – surely everyone’s favourite melon based liqueur? Would I like to bring a friend to London to drink cocktails and watch Dirty Dancing? Hell yeah…
My plus one for the night was my lovely friend Nicky, and not just because she her brother lives in central London and has a spare double bed.
So, after a happy afternoon on the train spent formulating plans for our work and love lives, the evening kicked off at Dirty Martini in Convent Garden…
Making our way through the throngs of men in suits and red ties, and choosing a Midori Margarita and a Paradisio from the specially designed, Midori heavy cocktail menu, Nicky and I waited expectantly. We amused ourselves by watching the cute barman showing off his very impressive mixing skills – all in the name of research obviously, not at all pervy.
When they arrived, they really were very yummy, the trouble was that they just couldn’t seem to make them as quickly as we could drink them. Margaritas are really quite small you know. Fortunately, we had positioned ourselves just next to the little ledge where the freshly prepared drinks stood, waiting to be distributed. Unfortunately, we apparently weren’t actually allowed to just help ourselves, as I learnt when I had a rather lovely smelling drink snatched from my hand by a very harassed looking waitress, with a stern look and a ‘that’s not for you…’
Here’s how to make your very own Midori Margarita:
What you need:
- Midori: 30ml
- Tequila: 45ml
- Lime Juice: 30ml
- Squirt of sugar syrup
What you do:
- Mix ingredients with crushed ice, blend, and pour into a glass
- Garnish with a slice of lime
- Drink enough so you don’t notice how bad the acting in Dirty Dancing is.
In fairness, the dancing part at least was brilliant, and nobody’s perfect.
Thanks Midori for a great night out!