Light Rum Runner

I first met the rum runner when I was in Saint Martin on the boardwalk and I sauntered into this hip beachside eatery run by a Frenchman. A wide-eyed waiter asked me what I wanted to drink. Dejected from the day, I told him “anything.” He smiled even if I was not smiling back and asked if I wanted a runner. I lifted my head and asked, “What is that?” He smiled and said, “You will love it.” I did love it, and I ordered two more at $12 a pop—it was addictive, rich, and delectable. As time wen