the other day, i met spiro. i was sure he was a french sailor, in his stripe shirt,
holding his parrot coloured drink. in from port, thinking of his only love, la mer.
he reminisced about marseille and told me that certain locale informed his
drink choice of the evening.
le perroquet (the parrot)
one ounce pastis
one splash of creme de menthe
four ounces of cool water
stir and serve, its a sin to add ice cubes, they would say in marseille.
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