The Perfect Margarita

Recently, I decided not to focus on anything about writing, being an author, or having a book published. What with Death Runs in the Family, 3rd book in the Alvarez Family Murder Mystery Series and Corliss, my suspense short story out within weeks of each other, and banging away on the keyboard trying to finish the Persephone Cole Series, which debuts in September, I needed a break.
So we zipped off to Las Vegas for a few days for a little R&R. We decided to drive, the pissed-off skies being what they are, and after several hours arrived at Barstow, California, mentioned in the famous song, (Get Your Kicks On) Route 66. We usually stop there when we drive to Vegas, get a motel room for the night, and have dinner at the Idle Spurs Restaurant. It’s a tradition. A silly one, but there you are.
However, as this was the first time we arrived in Barstow on a Monday, we couldn’t go to the Idle Spurs. Closed, dontchaknow. The best laid plans.
We wound up at the Los Domingos, where we stumbled upon good Mexican food and even better cocktails. Life being what it is, you never know when you are going to have a serendipitous moment like that. So instead of books, let’s talk booze. Serendipitously, of course.

And enter Max, the Mixologist.
We walked into the Los Domingos Restaurant and there was Max standing behind a pretty interesting bar. Norman was in the mood for a Margarita, but not the super sweet kind made with lots of Rose’s lemon-lime mix. That is more or less a north of the border tradition. He wanted one just like we could get in Mexico, Cuernavaca, specifically. Years ago the best Margarita we’ve ever had – and we’ve been searching endlessly you might say – was obtained and drunk there, several times over.
We told Max our experience and he promised us the ‘perfect’ Margarita, too. Man oh man, did he deliver. It was so smooth and delicious; I couldn’t help but ask what his secret was. He told me it’s equal amounts of lime, lemon and orange. I couldn’t believe it, but Max swears it’s true. Now that we’re home, I’ll be testing his recipe many times over!
People from Barstow seemed to flock into Los Domingos for his drinks. That evening we watched a lot of them drop by. Then Max showed me his own creation, the Huckleberry Margarita, which he gave me a sample of. Stand back, world! This is marvelous!! Slushy, gorgeous to look at, and even better to drink. The man is a genius. Yes, Max the Mixologist is a genius. Whenever you come across perfection, it must be applauded.
So take a bow, Max, to generous applause!!
When we head back to Barstow, we know exactly where to go for the perfect drink. Meanwhile, bottoms up!

3 responses to “The Perfect Margarita”

  1. Heather thank you very much for specking so highly of me. I would be more them happy to share my recipe with you. Remember everyone has different taste buds and what's good for one may not be for an other. Some like it sweet and some not so much. Myself I don't care for a sweet margarita. So in a shaker squeeze one lime, lemon and an orange. I would always use white tequila my favorite being Don Julio blanco. Drop 2 shots of tequila and 1 shot of patron citronge. Its an orange liqour. It sweetens the margarita . If you like a sweeter margarita add a little sugar. So all that's left is to shake the margarita, rim your glass with salt and enjoy you drink. Thank you again and I look forward to seeing you again

  2. Penny, I was stunned, myself. Max is quite a guy, too. Very nice and a talented mixologist. Thanks for weighing in on this!