Unlike the Man with No Name, the Drink with No Name probably needs a name, for it is does not involve whiskey, which is probably a required ingredient for any drink attempting to benefit from the coolness halo that surrounds Clint Eastwood.
I’m leaning somewhat towards “leftovers” since that’s how the drink came about. I had a hankering for a margarita, but lacked any margarita mixer. However, I did have some Espolon Tequila Blanco (an excellent suggested purchase by the cashier at BevMo), a bit of Triple Sec, and some Midori. Close enough. I threw 2 shots of the Espolon, 1 shot of Triple Sec, 1 shot of Midori together. It came out a little tart – at David’s suggestion I poured in about a third of one of those little “mini bar” bottles of 99 Apples in there to sweeten it up. This turned out great, florescent green, and a good drink to go along with watching “Inception”.
But it needs a name. “Electic Eel”? Taken. “Electric Lizard”? Taken. I got nothing. I guess I’ll stick with “Leftovers” for now.