I’m a barman in the small country town on Mullumbimby, population 3,000. It’s a small bar in a sleepy hippy town. Our climate lends itself to a Margarita in one hand and a dismissive gesture in the other. The balmy summer nights, bathed in humidity and Aerogaurd, relaxing in the tropical garden under the poinciana tree. The salt , the lime, the tequila. Life is good. Too short to drink a bad margarita. This blog is about one man’s eternal search for the perfect margarita and other luscious libations. . .
