The Snowball
What could possibly beat a surprise cocktail that astonishes the palate and beguiles the senses with its taste, creaminess, and roguish flavour?
The pub was crowded and noisy. When I got back with the drinks, she wasn’t there. I raised my eyes in question at Trish as I sat down, but she just shrugged. Quin looked just as mystified. We chit-chatted as we sipped our cocktails – not easy with all the boisterousness going on around us. And each of us separately wondered where my girlfriend had got to that was taking her so long. Several lengthy minutes later, face flu...
