If I have to make a prosecco-based, fluorescent-orange Italian cocktail, I prefer Campari because it’s not as sweet. Still, for about eight weeks, I sat down to watch a bunch of fictional rich people drink their way through what seemed like at least twenty-four Aperol spritzes per day, slowly convincing myself that not only did I like Aperol, I liked it enough to buy an entire bottle and make God knows how many spritzes in my own home. Every other bougie HBO subscriber on earth had the same idea. The local liquor store sold out of the stuff. It was fine.
Jude Ellison S. Doyle
