Tell me this isn’t the most ominous tiki bar ever.
“It was a day like any other, until she walked into my office. She was a dame unlike any other. Her umbrella – could you call it an umbrella? – was thin as paper and soaked through, but behind it, there she was, chilled to the bone. So sweet, so velvety. So rich. Her consistency was as thick as the fog hanging over the Bay Bridge, but boy, she went down smooth.” For her recipe, let’s investigate after the jump.
Thank God for blenders, for they have eliminated the need for rotary beaters and sieves.
Thank God for parasols with names on them to know whose milkshake brings what boys to which yard.
Thank God Prune Flips are no longer a thing.
Milk, maple syrup and ginger ale, all together? Is that an old version of the Master Cleanse?