He always does.
“I’ll wait.”
Leo did exactly that. Delia took one sip, raised an eyebrow, and said, “Fine. Keep your berries.” jeffrey morgenthaler raspberry syrup
But then the trouble came.
Morgenthaler nodded. “You’re doing it right. But you’re wasting berries.” He always does
“Show me your setup,” he said.
It started when a young woman named Maya slid onto a stool and ordered a Clover Club. “With Morgenthaler’s raspberry syrup,” she added, as if it were obvious. raised an eyebrow
That Thursday, at 4 PM—the bar empty, the light slanting through dusty windows—Leo propped his phone against a bottle of Angostura bitters. Jeffrey Morgenthaler appeared on screen, gray-streaked beard, kind eyes, and a notebook in hand.
