Normally when we get a swelled head, it’s from too many Zombies. But some recent articles are having the same effect on our noggin.
In an interview at Saveur.com, we’re referred to as “Professor Tiki” and allowed to pontificate at length (perhaps because we were lucky enough to have Justine Sterling as our interviewer: “As my father says,” Justine told us, “I have Mai Tais in my blood.”) Paul Clarke has also seen fit to quote us in his San Francisco Chronicle survey of premium rums. And then there’s our profile in the New Orleans Times Picayune, in which the James Beard Award-winning food writer Brett Anderson gives serious consideration to our quest for “any decent cocktail garnished unironically with a tiny parasol.”
As if that weren’t enough, Robert Simonson reports in his Off The Presses drink blog that a Manhattan Bar called PDT has named a drink after us, which they call the Beachbum (rum, apricot brandy, orgeat, lime and pineapple juices — garnished unironically with a tiny parasol).
Are we blushing, or is that just the gin blossoms flaring up again?