the mama wong experience
Though I’ve never met Mama Wong, I have had the Mama Wong Experience twice now. I am sure I will have it again. Though both times I had it were during the height of summer, it tastes very autumnal. It reminds me of homemade applesauce with booze added (any Mott’s employees out there? That one’s on me.) But just as soon as I remarked, “Yum, tastes like apples,” I got hit in the side of the head with an unexpected burst of spice. And not the cinnamon and nutmeg kind of spice you might expect. This was a hot pepper spice. Very unexpected. But very good.
So it leaves me wondering about the woman for whom this drink is named. Though I’ve never met Mama Wong, I imagine her as somewhat short and stocky woman (the drink is served in a stout little glass) standing over the stove making homemade apple jam. She invites you in, wiping her hands on her apron before offering you a slice of banana bread she just made that morning. She sits down with you and just as you take a bite of the still warm bread, she lights up a Pall Mall, pulls a martini out from behind the flour canister and tells you the raunchiest story you’ve ever heard. She’s sweet. But man is she spicy.
Lush Jen


