But then the trouble came.
Leo walked him through the cramped back kitchen. The dented pot. The bag of Driscoll’s raspberries. The bottle of apple cider vinegar from the farmers’ market. jeffrey morgenthaler raspberry syrup
It started when a young woman named Maya slid onto a stool and ordered a Clover Club. “With Morgenthaler’s raspberry syrup,” she added, as if it were obvious. But then the trouble came
So Leo did what any stubborn old bartender would do: he invited Jeffrey Morgenthaler himself. ” she added
“I’ll wait.”
A distributor offered him a “craft” raspberry syrup in a beautiful bottle—half the work, twice the shelf life. Leo tried it. It tasted like jam that had forgotten its own name. He refused.