Shirley Temple by Michele Simon

Vancouver, British Columbia, CA


As a child, what I looked forward to most whenever my parents would treat us out to a restaurant was knowing the first drink I would order would be the Shirley Temple. I always saved the cherry until last; I don’t know how many times I used my straw to dig out that cherry from the bottom of the glass, usually hiding under the remaining ice cubes. It was part of the fun.