I am a sucker for any romance that ends in a getaway into the bullet-riddled sunset. So naturally, walking into an unfamiliar bar and seeing the option of a Bonnie and Clyde chalked up on the cocktails board means a) I'll order it regardless of what it contains and b) if it's terrible, I'll never return—you don't name just any cocktail after a pistol-packing romance like that.
This citrusy concoction nearly begs for a sweltering locale—small wonder as it began life as the signature drink of Burma's Pegu Club, often sipped by the likes of Rudyard Kipling.
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