Move over Babs, Susi and Daisy (who is notably yet to trammel the boards with her Sidecar)! Lulu Gymple, tired of waiting in the wings, has swept past.
At a recent farewell for a friend, Lulu, the newest member of The Quest, had brought all she needed to whip up a batch of the newly selected The Quest cocktail – the French 75.
I had intended to put on two cocktails for the evening (plans and blogs on these to follow) but after we made this I didn’t need to try anything more and happily sipped these for the rest of the night. So simple yet so smashing!
- 1 oz gin
- 1/2 oz. simple syrup
- 1/2 oz. lemon juice
- Brut Champagne or other dry sparkling wine
Now over to Lulu.
A Sweet and Sour Punch in the Mouth
Do you recall the thrill as a kid of dipping your plastic spoon into a bag of ‘Wizz Fizz’ sherbet and experiencing that first explosion in your mouth as you shoveled the stuff in? What about spending all day in an airless hot classroom, tired, sweaty and cranky and then taking that first plunge into the bracing water of your mate’s backyard pool? These were the flashbacks I had as I sampled my first ever French 75.
When assigned this drink by the creator of this blog, I was skeptical…nay, downright disheartened.
Where were all the exotic ingredients?
The fancy liqueurs? The vibrant colours?
How could a drink comprising only gin, lemon juice, sugar syrup and champagne engender the buzz required for this assignment. A quick look at Wikipedia revealed that this cocktail got its name from a French 75mm field gun, whose wallop it was meant to resemble. Things were definitely looking up.
Armed with Beefeater Gin, Omni Brut sparkling wine, lemons from my own tree, your friendly neighbourhood blogger’s own blend of sugar syrup and beautiful coiled lemon rinds for garnish we proceeded to create this cocktail.
The result? Nothing short of spectacular.
The recent cornucopia of cocktails consumed in Thailand paled into an insignificant sugary memory. This was nothing like those. This was A Drink! A drink to put hair on your chest in the most marvelous fashion. The perfect blend of sweet and sour, with a biting, refreshing tang, a gentle tickle of bubbles and packing a punch that had you reaching for the ingredients to make your next one – before you’d even finished the first. A revelation, in fact.
If any drink lives up to its name, it is this French 75. I would like to elaborate further, but after my second one, things became a bit vague. I read somewhere that it was invented in 1915, and so will notch up its centenary in 2 years’ time. I intend to celebrate that day with aplomb and in the meantime will be lobbying for the public holiday it so richly deserves.
A winner! 10 out of 10!