James
Bond had his first drink of the evening at Fouquet’s. It was not a solid drink.
One cannot drink seriously in French cafés. Out of doors on a pavement in the
sun is no place for vodka or whisky or gin. A fine a l’eau is fairly serious, but it intoxicates without tasting
very good. A quart de champagne or a champagne a l’orange is all right before
luncheon, but in the evening one quart
leads to another quart, and a bottle
of indifferent champagne is a bad foundation for the night. Pernod is possible,
but it should be drunk in company, and anyway Bond had never liked the stuff
because its licorice taste reminded him of his childhood. No, in cafés you have
to drink the least offensive of the musical-comedy drinks that go with them,
and Bond always had the same thing, an Americano — bitter Campari, Cinzano, a
large slice of lemon peel, and soda. For the soda he always stipulated Perrier,
for in his opinion expensive soda water was the cheapest way to improve a poor
drink.”
—
Ian Fleming, From a View to a Kill
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