Maybe they’re trying to start their own trend, but this gets a “D minus” in the 2007 scale of coolness. Let me count the ways.
Traditionally, you don’t rim a mojito glass with anything. I doubt Papa Hemingway would approve.
For those who don’t stand on tradition (and I am certainly not above improving on tradition for the sake of a better drink) there are practical objections. It is pointless to rim a mojito glass; you drink a mojito with a straw!
Any drink with ice in it is meant to be drunk with a straw, because nobody wants ice clacking against his or her teeth.
Your guests may or may not like mint leaves slipping into their mouths whenever they take a sip. As a good host you must assume they don’t want that, and so you must supply a straw. And don’t taunt them by rimming the glass.
That glass pictured is not a mojito glass. You serve a mai tai in that glass. A mojito is served in a tallish glass, like this. Why? Well, at least in part it’s because a mojito is a fun drink to look at, with the mint leaves and the lime, but it doesn’t look so good all crammed together in a small glass. And you need room for the club soda not to foam up and spill over. In a pinch, sure, you could use any glass. But a taller glass, like a Collins glass is still preferred over a highball glass. We just use whatever tall glass we have at home. But not a highball glass.
This product is aimed at the newbie or the well-meaning relative who wants to get you a gift from Crate & Barrel. They heard you like mojitos, but they have no idea what one is. They get you the sugar and “voila!” you have no use for it. I think that’s smarmy.
Dear Crate & Barrel,
How about instead of highball glasses and mojito rimming sugar you put a display up front with mojito glasses and a muddler. And maybe a seltzer bottle at a decent sale price. You know, stuff that would actually be useful at a mojito party.
Sincerely, Mojito-Lovers everywhere, especially me.
I was so befuddled by the rimming sugar I forgot to even check whether you carried a muddler or a seltzer bottle and I muttered to myself until my wife led me out of the store. The mall is a place you can always pick up a blog post or two. See the next entry for more.