Best gimlet I ever had

I cannot remember the full name of the bar, but the first letter is an H. It is located on a corner where two streets whose names I cannot remember meet on a lasting intersection. I did not have my camera on both nights. What a resounding shame. Unforgivable. I wish I had captured moments at the bar, the contours of the delicate glass in which the pearly drink was poured and stayed though not for too long. Strong yet very easy to drink. A touch of honey, even though actual honey was not an ingredient. I would like to return and have one last drink. 


I chose these images because the colors remind me of the drink: small, delicate and undeniably satiating with each moderate yet determinate sip.