French 75.


Last night, instead of TGIF-ing some place nice, I was enjoying a Japanese film in bed when I was summoned by Nina and Jan, two great friends of mine, to a nearby bar, the Schiller. It’s named Schiller as it’s opposite Zurich’s Goethestrasse, ironically referring to Friedrich Schiller, the other guy responsible for Germany’s untouchable reputation for being “the country of Goethe and Schiller”, whatever wars Germany has started, whatever injustice was done during the Third Reich, these two authors and playwrights have been responsible since the late 1700s for Germany’s national pride, as far as intellect and literature is concerned. When I arrived, the place changed sides and turned somewhat French, as I was greeted with a French 75, a soixante-quinze, another ironic referrence, this time with a blatant affinity to war, a yummy combination of gin, lemon juice and champagne created at the New York Bar in Paris during World War I, said to have such a kick that it feels like being shelled with the powerful French 75 mm gun, a referrence definitely not taken out of the blue, I am still able enough to confirm that. I took my third or fourth with me when Jan and I were forced to leave the bar to have a smoke, during which I learned about every single one of the stylish outfits of his new colleague, outfits so stylish, they made a straight guy ramble on and on forever, as if he was talking about his favourite team’s victories, outfits so stylish they made us forget about Nina, giving her enough time to be shelled to sleep by her last French 75.

2 thoughts on “French 75.

  1. Hearing the name of Schiller reminds me not just of Germany’s great poet and playwright but also of the fact that for a few years I lived on Schillerstrasse in Berlin next to a beer shop selling all kinds of exotic varieties. So I love the fact that you went to the Schiller Bar. I had never heard of a 75 before so thank you for teaching me about drinks and historical meanings. This is a very intricate and erudite article whose topic and style I find very appropriate today given that it’s also F.Scott Fitzgerald’s birthday and as he himself said, “Too much of anything is bad, but too much Champagne is just right.”

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  2. I can’t believe this. Just this morning I was reading “The Nightingale”, a novel set in WWII France, and two of the characters agreed to celebrate something with a French 75. I wondered what it was, et voila, you come to the rescue.

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