It's been a long week. Sickness, death, and now a hurricane is once again headed our way this weekend? It's time to batten down the hatches with a lime rickey. No, Im not talking about the kind we craved at 13, I refer to the sort we must have at 33 (plus). Made with fresh raspberry puree, lime juice, Bombay gin and a splash of soda, the lime rickey at 41 Main in Ayer is my drink of choice this weekend. I keep telling ya'll about this find in the sticks, but I suspect few have heeded my sage advice. Yes Ayer is a can't-get-there-from-here but it's on the commuter rail and the bike path. Can't think of a more central locale. Plus, if you're like me, weekends are all about getting away.
In other bar news, the hits keep coming at Gibbet Hill. I was just visiting the lush 2-acre farm that the restaurant now pulls from and found out this: bartenders at the Groton gourmet pluck herbs from the deck and infuse them into drinks like lemon basil and lavender martinis. This gives new meaning to the words garden party. These drinks will leave you shaken, stirred and smelling like Crabtree & Evelyn.
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