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					Originally Posted by Pretty Little Flower  2014?  There is no way any St. Germain cocktail is going to be the anything of any year later than 2008.  And I am as big of superfoods as the next guy, but even kale got a little played out when Whole Foods began selling Kale t-shirts.  Even though this is a little 2010, I suggest we keep it simple this summer and enjoy glass of prosecco with a healthy splash of Creme Yvette.  Too girly for you?  [You are probably gay and repressing, but that's your issue.]   Then why not just a martini?  How about a nice simple martini?  Gin, vermouth, garnish.  But keep the greens in your salad. | 
	
 A (gin) martini -- or a Manhattan (make it with Maker's Mark to celebrate the drippy wax ruling per Icky's suggestion) -- are always good calls. But, and I say this with some real trepidation because I respect The Pretty One's view on cocktails almost as much as I respect* his musical knowledge, I think that sometimes the summer calls for a special drink.
And, as I think I noted last year, the Official Not Bob Summer Drink is the made from scratch Tom Collins. The freshly squeezed juice of one lemon, simple syrup** to taste (1 or 2 tablespoons), a shot or so of gin (I use Not Sapphire*** Bombay, but any decent gin will do), ice (4 cubes from the prole ice tray I use), and club soda/seltzer to taste.
Mrs. Not Bob prefers vodka to gin; I have heard this called a John Collins, but some say that a John Collins is made with bourbon.**** Maybe a Joan Collins? Anyway, she also likes a little Saint Germaine in it, too.
*I am actually Not Kidding about this, by the way. I actually use some of his lines (calling the chick music I like either "Acoustic Estrogen" or "Lesbian Grrl" with attribution to "this guy I know") frequently.
**So easy to make. Boil equal parts sugar and water until clear, the put in fridge -- you will use it all before it goes bad (if it ever does). I keep mine in a Good Seasons salad carafe because that's how I roll.
*** I use the Sapphire for martinis. Doesn't taste quite right in a Tom Collins.