0% juice? Really? But you have a picture of beautiful, fresh lemons on your label… if you have 0% juice, why are those lemons there? Shouldn’t you have a picture of a pile of citric acid, maybe someone snorting it off a table like Mark Wahlberg in Boogie Nights? But seriously, why can’t you put a little real lemon juice in your lemonade. It’s really not that hard to do. Little kids do it all the time and they sell it for $0.50 at a table on the street though today’s kids probably charge more so they can buy an iPad mini. We’re getting off topic. How are people ok with this? Why don’t we boycott Minute Maid until they make their lemonade with a few–ok, just ONE–real lemon? Who’s with me? Real change starts here.
There are certain danger zones for me, certain walks that if I take them, I know what will end up in my belly. So after meeting my new friend Jeffery Self, co-star of the hilariously irreverent new Logo show “Jeffery and Cole Casserole,” for coffee at Joe in the West Village last week, we found ourselves walking west. That is dangerous. If you walk west on Waverly, you will end up at an offshoot of the City Bakery called Birdbath. And you will be face-to-face with buttery cookies, crumbly scones, and David Lebovitz’s favorite: pretzel croissants.
But on this visit, we found ourselves face-to-face with something unexpected: edible flower lemonade.