Whilst waiting in the JetBlue terminal at JFK, I ordered a drink called an Eastsider at one of their great restaurants. A little gin, a little mint ... suffice to say it made the flight totally painless. A bit of exploring on the internet revealed it was a takeoff on a drink called a Southsider. The part of town I live in is called the West End, so here's our local spin, which we consumed by the batch poolside on vacation. - wssmom

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