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It’s Brunch Time, Bro. Drink a Bellini

It’s Brunch Time, Bro. Drink a Bellini

To the increasingly long list of classic cocktails that I never really “got,” add the Bellini: that famed creation by Giuseppe Cipriani, founder and owner of the legendary Harry’s Bar in Venice, Italy. Harry’s is known for three things: the Bellini, Carpaccio, and being an overpriced tourist trap. I’ll admit to never having tried at Bellini at its birthplace, but I can attest to ordering it once or twice at one of the various Sunday brunch buffets around the world that serves this sloppy mess. And let me tell you, for as much of a guilty pleasure thrill I get from a nice view paired with all-you-can-eat crab legs and Hollandaise sauce from a powdered mix, nothing sucks the joy out of life like a tepid glass of Cook’s “champagne” spiked with peach puree squeezed out of a bag. I’m not the biggest fan of summer coming to a close, but the one thing that makes it bearable for me is the availability of fresh, ripe, juicy peaches. At the late point in the year, there’s hardly…