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    Fabio's Date Night Survival Guide: Cocktails

    While Fabio's date waits for him at an upscale bar, he gives us the skinny on how to make delicious low-calorie, scandalous drinks.

    Tips:

    • Skip the sugary syrups and reduce calories with natural flavor. Stevia, agave and pomegranate syrups all have great sweetening qualities without excessive sugar.
    • Muddling fruits and vegetables into a drink (mashing them up and straining them), imbues fresh flavors without adding calories.
    • To take champagne or sparkling wine over the top, combine it with absinthe.

    SMART & SEXY COCKTAILS

    Recipes courtesy of The Library Bar at Hollywood Roosevelt Hotel

    Currant AttractionCurrant Attraction

    Yield: 1 cocktail

    Ingredients:

    5-7 red and black currants (substitute: raspberries and blueberries, respectively)

    4 wild arugula leaves

    ¾ oz. fresh lime juice

    ¾ oz. agave nectar

    juice of one blood orange

    2 oz. tequila

    Method:

    In a cocktail shaker, add the first five ingredients in layers, in order.

    Muddle all the ingredients together.

    Add tequila and 2 cups ice.

    Cover the shaker and shake vigorously.

    Using a cocktail strainer over a sieve, double-strain the cocktail into a rocks or Collins glass filled with ice.

    Garnish with a slice of blood orange.

    SALUTÉ!

    Love and Death in the AfternoonLove and Death in the AfternoonLove and Death in the Afternoon

    Yield: 1 cocktail

    Ingredients:

    ¼ oz. HoneyLeaf Stevia Syrup, or agave nectar

    ¼ oz. hibiscus syrup, pomegranate syrup, or Crème de Cassis liqueur

    ½ oz. Absinthe

    ¾ cup champagne, chilled

    Method:

    Pour the HoneyLeaf Syrup, hibiscus syrup and Absinthe into a champagne flute.

    Stir to combine.

    Fill the glass with champagne and serve.

    SALUTÉ!

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