A Further Thought on Last Calls
When I lived in New Hampshire, there was a restaurant up the coast in Ogunquit called the Hurricane. It was open only in the summer, on the waterfront, in the little harbor area, with a section that might once have been a deck jutting out over the tide line, but had long ago been enclosed. The food was marvelous - local, simple, impeccably prepared - and their dessert menu was limited but choice. However, I preferred to end my meal with their take on Irish coffee: the Last Call. It was coffee with shots of B&B, Grand Marnier, and Kahlua, topped, of course, with whipped cream, and if that wasn’t enough, the Hurricane’s bartender made amazingly good coffee and whipped the cream himself. I don’t particularly like whipped cream, but I’d actually say yes when he asked, “a little extra?” Sipping that at the end of a superb meal, with the tide coming in and the moon rising over the Atlantic… I’ve still never had a better coffee drink.
I’d like to think, as we hit our own last call for the Historical Fantasy Storybundle, that we have a few things in common with the Hurricane’s Last Call, at least metaphorically. Not only do we have a fine mix of periods and stories - the liqueurs - but we have good solid writing - the fine coffee - and expert scholarship worn lightly to top it off as neatly as whipped cream.
And the basic bundle still costs less than the drink.
I’d like to think, as we hit our own last call for the Historical Fantasy Storybundle, that we have a few things in common with the Hurricane’s Last Call, at least metaphorically. Not only do we have a fine mix of periods and stories - the liqueurs - but we have good solid writing - the fine coffee - and expert scholarship worn lightly to top it off as neatly as whipped cream.
And the basic bundle still costs less than the drink.