attention right away.
“Before trying the flavored Piscos, I’m going to let you try four different types of Pisco.” He placed four glasses in front of each of them, then reached for a bottle under the bar. He poured a small amount into the glasses closest to them, then invited them to taste it.
Lynn recognized the taste immediately from the Pisco Sours she’d already sampled in Lima. Truly, the brandy tasted a lot like tequila, but it had a sharper flavor. She took small sips.
Sergio poured a second type of Pisco into their second glasses, then followed with the third and fourth.
Lynn didn’t like the second one at all. It had a smoky taste. The third and fourth were equally different. Her favorite was definitely the first. Most of the group liked the first one best, too, but Dorothy and Sheila chose one of the others.
“Now, it is time for you to learn how to make a Peruvian Pisco Sour!” Sergio announced. “There was also a contest between Chile and Peru to see who made the best Pisco Sours. Peru won!” He pulled several more bottles from under the bar then demonstrated step by step how to mix the drink.
First, he poured three ounces of Pisco (the first one, that everyone agreed was really good) into a martini shaker. Then, he added an ounce of “simple syrup” which was sugar and water, followed by an ounce of lime juice, and one egg white. Last, he added three ice cubes, clamped the top on the shaker, and shook it vigorously. With a sharp pop of the heel of his hand on the side of the shaker, he removed the lid then poured the mixture into a short glass. The egg white had created a frothy foam on top. Into the center of the foam, he carefully added three drops of Angostura bitters.
“Who wants to taste it first?”
Barb raised one hand while taking the glass with the other. Her expression after sipping the drink said it all, but she said it anyway. “The best one I’ve had since we got to Peru!”
Instead of making more, Sergio surprised them. “Now, you are going to make your own Pisco Sours, using any of the Piscos we have on the bar, or on the wall behind me. Please come around in pairs, through the short little door that opens into the area behind the bar, and decide which kind you want to make.” He pulled out a second shaker.
Dorothy and Cathi went first. They chose to make the classic Sours. Next, Sheila and Vicki chose flavored Piscos from the wall, followed by BJ and Barb.
By then, with each pair passing their creation down the bar for everyone to taste, Lynn didn’t notice which flavors they were choosing. They were all delicious, and the Pisco was creating a marvelous whirl across her forehead and between her eyes.
The last to duck under the short door were Sharon and Lynn. Lynn went first.
Sharon bumped her head. “Not my fault! It’s the Pisco!”
They were all laughing by this time. Lynn got to choose the flavor for hers. “Strawberry.” Sharon had difficulty getting the top of her shaker off, but Lynn’s came off the first try. Everyone cheered. When she glanced at Alex, she wasn’t surprised to see him sitting quietly, sipping the last of the third Pisco to be passed around the bar, smiling with pleasure at the fun she was having. No, she corrected herself. At the fun they were all having.
Lynn tasted the strawberry Sour. Talk about delicious! She closed her eyes, savoring it, then reluctantly gave it up for the others to try. Sharon finally managed to get the top off her shaker and poured the frothy Sour into a glass, Lynn reached for it.
“ Nope!” Sharon told her. “This one is mine.”
Sergio handed Lynn the bottle of strawberry Pisco so she could make another for herself.
“And this one will be mine!” she announced to boisterous cheers.
When the bar had been wiped clean and tips had been stuffed into a glass on the bar for Sergio, Andrew led the way down the stairs. The music seemed louder than when they’d come in, an hour before. Andrew kept going
“Before trying the flavored Piscos, I’m going to let you try four different types of Pisco.” He placed four glasses in front of each of them, then reached for a bottle under the bar. He poured a small amount into the glasses closest to them, then invited them to taste it.
Lynn recognized the taste immediately from the Pisco Sours she’d already sampled in Lima. Truly, the brandy tasted a lot like tequila, but it had a sharper flavor. She took small sips.
Sergio poured a second type of Pisco into their second glasses, then followed with the third and fourth.
Lynn didn’t like the second one at all. It had a smoky taste. The third and fourth were equally different. Her favorite was definitely the first. Most of the group liked the first one best, too, but Dorothy and Sheila chose one of the others.
“Now, it is time for you to learn how to make a Peruvian Pisco Sour!” Sergio announced. “There was also a contest between Chile and Peru to see who made the best Pisco Sours. Peru won!” He pulled several more bottles from under the bar then demonstrated step by step how to mix the drink.
First, he poured three ounces of Pisco (the first one, that everyone agreed was really good) into a martini shaker. Then, he added an ounce of “simple syrup” which was sugar and water, followed by an ounce of lime juice, and one egg white. Last, he added three ice cubes, clamped the top on the shaker, and shook it vigorously. With a sharp pop of the heel of his hand on the side of the shaker, he removed the lid then poured the mixture into a short glass. The egg white had created a frothy foam on top. Into the center of the foam, he carefully added three drops of Angostura bitters.
“Who wants to taste it first?”
Barb raised one hand while taking the glass with the other. Her expression after sipping the drink said it all, but she said it anyway. “The best one I’ve had since we got to Peru!”
Instead of making more, Sergio surprised them. “Now, you are going to make your own Pisco Sours, using any of the Piscos we have on the bar, or on the wall behind me. Please come around in pairs, through the short little door that opens into the area behind the bar, and decide which kind you want to make.” He pulled out a second shaker.
Dorothy and Cathi went first. They chose to make the classic Sours. Next, Sheila and Vicki chose flavored Piscos from the wall, followed by BJ and Barb.
By then, with each pair passing their creation down the bar for everyone to taste, Lynn didn’t notice which flavors they were choosing. They were all delicious, and the Pisco was creating a marvelous whirl across her forehead and between her eyes.
The last to duck under the short door were Sharon and Lynn. Lynn went first.
Sharon bumped her head. “Not my fault! It’s the Pisco!”
They were all laughing by this time. Lynn got to choose the flavor for hers. “Strawberry.” Sharon had difficulty getting the top of her shaker off, but Lynn’s came off the first try. Everyone cheered. When she glanced at Alex, she wasn’t surprised to see him sitting quietly, sipping the last of the third Pisco to be passed around the bar, smiling with pleasure at the fun she was having. No, she corrected herself. At the fun they were all having.
Lynn tasted the strawberry Sour. Talk about delicious! She closed her eyes, savoring it, then reluctantly gave it up for the others to try. Sharon finally managed to get the top off her shaker and poured the frothy Sour into a glass, Lynn reached for it.
“ Nope!” Sharon told her. “This one is mine.”
Sergio handed Lynn the bottle of strawberry Pisco so she could make another for herself.
“And this one will be mine!” she announced to boisterous cheers.
When the bar had been wiped clean and tips had been stuffed into a glass on the bar for Sergio, Andrew led the way down the stairs. The music seemed louder than when they’d come in, an hour before. Andrew kept going
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