|Photo by SRCrawford|
This weekend, I was house hunting in Chicago’s bustling Andersonville neighborhood. Hot and sticky from pounding the pavement and bummed out a bit after looking at condos with closets the size of gym lockers, I needed a break.
I nipped into a little café and ordered a Mrs. Howell’s lemonade. Coconut syrup, lemonade and, if you’re not driving, vodka. (I was on bike, so I went for the virgin concoction). It’s now my new favorite. Love the sweet/sour alchemy.
Absolutely delicious. I sat outside and watched the parade of characters that make up this colorful community.
So, why did I order the drink in the first place? The name drew me. It was marketed cleverly. I’m a sucker for a clever name. Most consumers are. Many find amusement in a t.v. reference that reaches way back. The name hits the spot.
So, here’s to summer. And being clever marketers. And to Mrs. Howell, III.