Nostalgia for a dollar

I just spent a dollar on mint lemonade.

Never again, in my life will I attempt to drink mint lemonade. I blame children and childhood. I was walking home and two adorable little girls were selling lemonade outside their house. They had a super cool stand set up and wore matching aprons, plus one of the girls was holding a chicken like she was a cat. How is any adult going to say no to that cuteness?

The girl-without-the-chicken started screaming they had lemonade and cupcakes while I was still across the street. When I finally got to the girls, I asked for a small lemonade. I saw the cupcakes and decided my own homemade mess was probably safer for my stomach.

They were out of small cups, but I felt bad remembering my lemonade stand days and waiting forever for one kind soul to buy a cup of KoolAid lemonade. So I pulled out a bill and said it was okay. I asked for a large and was given a red plastic cup half-filled with mint lemonade. The mixer of the lemonade was proud to inform me of the mint concoction as she held onto her chicken, who apparently told her it was the best lemonade in the world. Sorry kid, the chicken lied.

I took one very small sip and wished them luck. It was only the memories of watching adults throw lemonade out on the corner that held me back from tossing the cup of yuck out. I walked all the way home before throwing the beverage down the sink. Mint and lemonade are two flavors that do not mix.

My only consolation is that my money went towards a good cause. May those girls and their chicken have better money management skills than me.

Wow! Lemonade?

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Now on to the yummy!

No Brow Coffee

This great little shop at 300 South 300 East was introduced to me by the fabulous irelandsgem in the early days of summer. The eclectic art gallery meets coffee shop is run by the owner. He's a great guy who is very invested in his business, which means you and I reap the benefits of excellent service.

No Brow resides in an unfinished warehouse and feels very much like what it is. A home away from home for the artistic and creative crowd who also happen to enjoy a good cup of coffee with their art. But the secret of their success is in the lemonade.

Yes, my friends, lemonade. I love the sour. But this lemonade is delicious, sweet, tart and perfect. I cannot up sell the house speciality enough.

The No Brow owner said it was taken from a recipe his wife found and they have only tweaked it a little bit. I don't know the recipe, but I want it.

This lemonade is the right blend of sweet and lemony, served in a recycled, recyclable, corn oil cup letting your Eco-conscious rest easy, too. A small (12 oz.) is about $4 and worth it.

So for a lazy afternoon or early morning stop by No Brow.