Where is he now?

OK as some of you might know I work at the Merchant Hotel in Belfast, Northern Ireland. We have a Connoisseur's Club every few months and this March we are graced with the presence of Jeff Berry! Jeff is a walking encyclopedia of Tiki knowledge, so here is a small poem about Tiki. It wont be the first or the last poem about Tiki. It is just a small acknowledgement to 'Don the Beach' and Trader Vic, the two guys that changed cocktail drinking for ever and brought the South Pacific to the world!

Trader Vic where did you go?
To an island paradise
Where we can't follow,
High above the green pacific seas

Away from the lick of salt,
Away from the soft sea air
Do you and Don the Beach
Hang out there

Your love for Tiki
Transports us to a place
With gentle white sand below our feet,
Where sea and palm tree meet

We dream of luaus and hula girls
It conjure images of swaying hips,
Hollowed out coconuts
That cover their bits ...

We drink to appease the ancient
Ritualistic gods with strong brews
Rum Punch, Mai Tai’s
And Zombies too

Trader Vic where did you go?
To an island paradise
Where one day we will follow,
High above deep blue pacific seas

"This is a Hayden Lambert original poem and cannot be reproduced without his permission"



check out my good friend Jeffs website http://www.beachbumberry.com/

The Connaught

A month or two ago, I was treated to a couple of great nights at "The Connaught". It was a great experience and I really can't repay the hospitalty that I received! So I thought I would just write a short rhyming poem. It has been hard work and I have lots of failled attempts, so I'm hopeful that this one works out ok.

It’s just a place
Deep in the bowels of Mayfair
You’ll meet Erik and Ago there

One is short, one is tall,
Ago, where English
And the Tricolore meet

Erik is just a tiny bit shy,
There is a quiet confidence
That twinkles in his eye

They will mix and muddle
Cocktails old and new,
They make it feel special
Like it’s a performance just for you

You sip and you savour
Some interesting flavours
Raise your glass because
The Connaught is class

Deep in the heart of Mayfair
Ago and Erik tend bar there!


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Martini "Unadulterated"

Lately I have been thinking about Martini's. It has been driving me crazy, I am not a huge fan but I must admit there is something so intoxicating about them.

Unadulterated
She slips from her wary dress

Elegant and free spirited
Hiding her nakedness

Her modesty is crystal clear
Her fullness and shapely curves

Incite passion
Her fragrant perfume lingers

As you breathe her in deep
The faint scent of lemon
Sharp and acidic

Her virtue
Is dispatched greedily

Your pulse races
You indulge

In her exuberance
She is cold and stinging




"This is a Hayden Lambert original poem and cannot be reproduced without his permission"