My mojito tribute to William Eggleston, aboard Delta Flight #38. (Photo by C-M.)
When Delta Airlines isn’t losing your luggage, cleaning out your wallet on additional “fees” or forcing you to fight your way through the Hooverville ambiance of their check-in counter at JFK, they’re undertaking an ongoing effort “to create a uniquely sophisticated, stylish and entertaining experience for customers.” (At least, that’s what the press release says.) Hence their two-year partnership with Skybar impresario Rande Gerber, a.k.a. second husband of Cindy Crawford, on a line of signature cocktails. Above, one of said drinks: the $7 mojito I imbibed en route from Fort Lauderdale to Atlanta.
What’s the thing taste like? Think syrupy sweetness accented by a dash of toothpaste mintiness, landing this concoction somewhere on the flavor continuum between cough syrup and Caribbean cocktail. It didn’t taste particularly “sophisticated” or “stylish,” as the PR department pledged. But I can promise that a coupla of these babies will help dull the anguish of having to fly what has to be the country’s worst legacy carrier.