As a kid I always loved cotton candy. For almost 25 years I have been upholding my personal project of eating a batch without my fingers getting sticky. I've tried every way I can think of to keep my fingers dry while eating it, including wiping my hands between each bite and delicately dropping each piece in so that not an iota of my own saliva can touch my fingers. But somehow my own epidermus always manages to foil me, and perhaps that is one of the source's of cotton candy's allure. At least for me. I don't know if anyone else is obsessive enough to have battled this problem so epically. But I digress.
The Pink Punk Cosmo is basically a Cosmopolitan poured over a fluff of cotton candy. I myself always make sure to grab a piece for nibbling and garnishing purposes before the server pours the drink over it and it melts into a pile of pink sugary perfection in the bottom of the glass. It was difficult to get a good photo of this drink in all its glory a) because of the lighting in the restaurant and b) because I really wanted to have the piece of cotton candy on the side of the glass, but as soon as any of it touches the smallest bit of liquid it starts to melt. As fascinating as it is to watch the fluffy pink cloud in my hand be instantly eaten away by the moisture right before my eyes, this was not conducive to the project at hand. However, after taking a huge gulp and meticulous wiping of the side of the glass with the corner of my napkin, I was able to get it done before the cotton candy was somehow reached once again by some bit of moisture and was pretty much disintegrated within two seconds after the photo was taken. Magical, huh?
This picture makes it look way more orange than it really is. It looks like its name suggests: Pink. Friday's menu lists the ingredients as Skyy Vodka, cranberry juice, pineapple juice and fresh squeezed lime. This list excited me immediately because it does NOT contain orange liquer, a trademark of the traditional Cosmo. There is some lime juice involved, but it's not distinctly noticeable as "citrus-ey", and anyone who knows me well understands that "citrus-ey" is a label of condemnation as far as I'm concerned. Instead of the orange flavor the Pink Punk uses pineapple juice, whose tart sweetness balances out perfectly with the slight bitterness of the cranberry juice. Most would probably find this alone a satisfying cocktail, and I'd agree. But the addition of the cotton candy, which non sugar-enthusiasts would likely find unnecessary, is exactly what gives this cocktail its stand-alone kick. The process of watching the candy disappear into your drink adds fun and perhaps even childlike glee to the experience--after all, when was the last time you ate cotton candy?
In terms of gastric functioning I know sugar and booze isn't really the best combination, and overdoing it often ends in peptic upset. But let's face it--most delicious things do come with some sort of price. And once I start gathering some ingredients and churning these out at one of my house parties, someone should probably be prepared to peel me off the bathroom floor in the morning. I try to be moderate with my drinking, but frankly, this sh*t is just that good. 5 PINK stars.
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