The Fizz
At Saturday brunch, my dad introduced me to the heavenly white Fizz at Adam's Steak and Eggs. Hector, the waiter my dad always requests, waved us over. He hustled us to a comfortable table in his crowded section. Before my dad could even ask, Hector brought him a fizz. The straw stood in the middle of the thick smoothie-like drink which was the size of a small orange juice. Typically, I've always been frustrated by the size of the small OJ, but there's a reason why the fizz is not any larger. The gin carefully hides behind the light sweetness. I reached over to grab a sip of the white fluffy drink. Delightful! Cold! Refreshing. Wrapped in the drink's creaminess, a sweet orange-blossom flavor flew across my tongue. Memories from youth when I drank Orange Julius bounced into the forefront of my thoughts. Another sip. I couldn't stop. Dad said it is the best fizz around, and he added that it consistently hits the mark every time he goes. Be careful where you go for these drinks. Dad said he stopped at a place near San Fransisco, and it made him sick. I think it has whipped--unpasteurized--egg-whites to give it that angelic white creaminess. Stick with Adam's on this one, and you can't go wrong.
Sunday, March 8, 2009
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