The maraschino is bleached, soaked, dyed and re-flavoured, and there is almost nothing of the original left
The Cherry holds a 4.0 from three hundred and sixty-nine reviews, charges ten to twenty pounds, and the fruit in the name – the one on top of a cocktail – is barely a cherry at all.
What happens to it
Which is genuinely startling when you see it written down.
The cherry is bleached.
Soaked in a brine solution – typically involving calcium chloride and sulphur dioxide – which removes the colour completely and firms the flesh.
And what comes out the other end is a pale, colourless, flavourless object with the texture of an eraser.
And then they put it all back
Which is the part that stops people.
Because it is then soaked in sugar syrup, and dyed – historically with a red colouring that has caused a great deal of argument – and flavoured, frequently with almond.
Which is why a maraschino cherry tastes of almond and not of cherry.
So the process is: take a cherry, remove everything that made it a cherry, and then add colour and flavour back on purpose.
It is not a preserved fruit. It is a delivery vehicle for sugar and dye, which happens to have started as an item of fruit.
Why on earth
Because it makes it shelf-stable and identical.
And that is the whole of it.
A real cherry is seasonal, perishable, variable in size and colour, and bruises if you look at it.
And a bar needs a garnish that is the same every time, sits in a jar for a year, and does not go brown.
Eight postcodes and twelve hundred and sixty-four articles.
Consistency is the enemy of quality, and it is what every large operation is actually buying.
And the good ones are real
Which is the redemption, and it is worth knowing.
Because a proper cocktail cherry – a marasca cherry, preserved in its own liqueur – is a completely different object.
Dark. Soft. Winey. Bitter-sweet. It tastes of fruit and of alcohol.
They cost considerably more, and a serious bar will have them, and the difference is not subtle.
Ask what is in the jar.
Verdict
Honest number.
Go, and check the cherry.
And it is the whole industry in one fruit
Eight postcodes, and this is the argument we have been making about everything.
Because the maraschino is not a scandal. It is a rational response to a real problem – and every large operation faces the same one.
You cannot train a thousand bartenders to judge a soft fruit. You cannot ship a perishable garnish to four hundred sites. You cannot have the drink look different on a Tuesday.
So you engineer a garnish that cannot be got wrong.
And it is worse, and it is reliable, and reliability is what scale actually buys.
Which is exactly why the small room with one person who cares beats the two-hundred-cover venue every single time, and why it cannot be copied.
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