And it was all right. This is a remarkable thing for me to write because I have always imagined I hated gin after slamming down a glass which I thought to be water on the deck of the student club at UQ about thirty years ago.
A flat, warm glass of gin undoubtedly contaminated with somebody's backwash.
I have never gone back there again. Even the smell of it was enough to lock up my throat. I made the same mistake a few weeks ago in Sydney, but a happier mistake this time. A glass of 'water' which I sipped and realised with a slight shock was not water.
But it was properly chilled Tanqueray, served on ice before dinner at Monopole, and I had but a sip, which led to another sip and eventually to another glass. A lucky thing really, because dinner was being shouted by Tanqueray as sponsors of the Eat-Drink-Design Awards; the reason I was in town.
The food was awesome and the company outstanding. You forget sometimes on Planet Parenthood how much fun you can have at a table full of strangers with whom you might share only one or two interests beyond the usual round of conversation about school and kids and driving kids to school and things kids do before and after school. My fellow diners and judges were even kind enough to organize a little birthday treat for me which I noted at the time put them streets ahead of anyone here.
The standout memory, besides the pork ribs pictured left, was the gin and tonic I drank, first unwittingly and then enthusiastically. Makes me wonder I perhaps it's time to settle my differences with my old foe tequila as well.