Although hot in the ’80s and still popular on college campuses and, well, beaches, the Sex on the Beach is a cocktail that has enjoyed a long and fruity life. Too long in many bartenders’ eyes. Consequently, the Sex on the Beach (in general: vodka, peach schnapps, orange juice, cranberry juice and a garish array of garnishes) was officially “buried” in a traditional New Orleans jazz funeral procession during Tales of the Cocktail 2010. The cocktail, in its petite coffin, was borne down Canal Street amid an estimated 700 “mourners” who came despite tropical depression Bonnie. “The least we can do is try and correct our mistakes,” said Paul G. Tuennerman, chief business officer for Tales of the Cocktail, only slightly with tongue-in-cheek, of the out-of-fashion drink. “History will remember us all in a better light for doing our part to right such serious wrongs of the past.” Already, the Appletini and Red-Headed Slut have been sent to their graves. Perhaps to be followed next year by the Fuzzy Navel? Midori Sour? Purple Hooter? Buttery Nipple?
Best of the City 2017
Our eighth annual celebration of all things Las Vegas, from the best casino comebacks to irresistible pot products