Summer is upon the Phoenix area once again. Sure, the official start of summer is a couple of months away, but hearing people start every conversation with "Damn, it's hot!" is our equivalent of the first robin of spring. It means different things to different people. For me, it means it's time to find an "official drink of summer." You know, the one you reach for as a certain antidote to blazing heat.
In past years I've enjoyed the very vintage Pegu Club Cocktail (who better to combat heat exhaustion than a British officer in the Burmese jungle?), and the Lei Lani Volcano, an umbrella drink served at Walt Disney World in the 1970s. This year, I've found myself in the mood for something with a bitter edge. Maybe it's just being overdue for vacation, but after feeling wiped out from an arduous day in the heat, a little bitter reminds my brain that I am, in fact, still alive. The choice way to get this bitter is in one of the oldest cocktails, the Americano.