The Hurricane

This is decidedly a group drink, preferably served by the green-jacketed waiters at New Orleans’s Pat O’Brien’s, longtime stomping grounds for my family (especially the piano bar room). Supposedly, the bar began as a speakeasy called Mr. O’Brien’s Club Tipperary, where the password to get in was “storm’s brewin’.” The place thrived secretly, not far from its current location. Fortunately, Prohibition ended, but one of the most popular punches served there didn’t. Here’s a make-at-home versi