It was a warmer day than it was supposed to be and he was either too late for lunch or too early for a cocktail. Nothing sounded all that good but as he was both hungry and thirsty the problem needed to be solved. A proper conundrum for a Friday afternoon.
He found a place that had a wooden sign set up advertising oysters, a weakness of his for sure. Seating himself at the bar made of zinc he noticed it was cool to the touch and a welcome reprieve from the heat outside. He ordered a dozen and watched the man with the dirty apron begin evicting the tasty morsels from their tightly closed shell apartments.
When his twelve new friends arrived the bartender recommended a Champagne Cocktail to go with them. The perfect pair for a light snack. He loved Champagne though it usually got him in a touch of trouble. It was early afternoon and he wasn't planning on doing any more work so he welcomed the suggestion. The Champagne Cocktail is such a simple drink. The sugar and bitters mingle with the fierce carbonation that constantly rises to the surface. Each sip cleansing his palate of the addicting salinity the oysters leave behind as they slid off the back of his tongue.
He laughed to himself how quickly he made the small meal disappear. Not that oysters and Champagne are any good at all for filling up an empty stomach. He reached over the bar for a book of matches and signaled that he would like to do that again. The man with the dirty apron grinned and pulled twelve more oysters from the ice. As he lit his cigarette under the awning outside he heard a new bottle of Champagne scream in delight as it escaped from its glass prison.
I'll have another,
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