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In honor of the 4th of July, we're featuring a layered red and blue drink tonight. When you add the ice, you'll get a little bit of white, too. It was inspired by Guy Fieri's Fourth of July Cocktail, but we've changed it up a bit.

The Patriot
  • 2 ounces watermelon schnapps

  • 1/2 ounce cranberry juice

  • 1 1/2 ounces tequila

  • 1/4 ounce blue curacao

  • 1/2 ounce simple syrup

Mix the watermelon schnapps and cranberry juice in a cocktail shaker. Pour into ice filled glass. Rinse shaker and mix tequila, blue curacao, and simple syrup. Pour very gently over red layer.

The layers look great, but are for presentation only. Stir each cocktail well before drinking for best flavor.

Please enjoy your Patriot responsibly. I will be back tomorrow with a bonus holiday drink (and possibly a tour of our bar) so I hope to see you then!

Comments

Unknown said…
That is a beautiful drink! Looking forward to the tour.
Joanna Jenkins said…
Great looking drink!
Cheers and Happy July 4th!
Donna-FFW said…
LOVE the drink, but am so looking forward for a tour of the bar!! You do have a barstool with my name on it, dont you? :)
Purple Flowers said…
I'm sorry I missed out - wicked headache. Feeling better today.
Happy 4th to you and family!!
Willoughby said…
Happy 4th of July to all! This drink is wonderful, but powerful! It went straight to my head.

Donna - Of course I have a barstool with your name on it! Stop by for a drink anytime!

Purple Flowers - Sorry about your headache! I hope you'll be feeling better for the 4th of July!
Joanna Jenkins said…
I lived in the Twilight Zone's "Willoughby" in Ohio!!!!
http://www.bookrags.com/wiki/A_Stop_at_Willoughby
What a small world!
Happy 4th!

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