I brought with me to Seattle dim memories of many lovely ginger-bourbon drinks last September at a then-new jazz place called Lucid. Possibly the memories are more dim than I thought (possibly owing to the *many* bourbon drinks) or possibly the barkeep who was slinging them isn't the brightest bulb in the chandelier, either. But he didn't know what I was talking about when Ivy & I returned last evening, so we had to settle for Alternative Dfrinks.

And they were lovely as well, even if they failed to fulfill the quest. Which continues . . .