It’s been twenty years since Julia Roberts walked into Hugh Grant’s travel bookshop in Notting Hill (Disc/Download), but to me it feels like yesterday. Everything seems to be right where I left it—the house with the blue door, the inedible guinea fowl, the “fruitarian”— and it’s all still as endearing as it once was. Hugh may have lost the stutter and floppy hair IRL, but thankfully, William Thacker is immortal.
In this script written by the master of rom-coms Richard Curtis, average guy Will meets-cute with movie star Anna on the colorful streets of London’s Notting Hill. He plays it cool while selling books, then gets adorably flummoxed after spilling orange juice on her. Hugh Grant is the perfect blend of respectful and starstruck, with a dash of charm he just can’t turn off, and Julia Roberts is at her best, making us believe she really is just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her. She makes us understand that to her, fame doesn’t matter, and if she had it her way, she’d get to hang out at quirky dinner parties with normal folks and act, without having to choose between the two. Given her gradual real-life retreat from the big screen, I have to think maybe Julia took some lessons from Anna Scott.
My favorite way to spend an afternoon is watching Hugh Grant stutter his way through a love scene. Notting Hill, Four Weddings and a Funeral, and Sense and Sensibility are the trifecta of Grant awkwardness, and in Notting Hill, this results in the famous Apricot & Honey scene. Personally, I don’t need apricots soaked in honey, but I wouldn’t say no to some apricots soaked in brandy! While watching Notting Hill, I recommend drinking this Low Point cocktail.
1 1/2 oz Apricot Brandy
3/4 oz Orange Juice
4 dashes Orange Bitters
Apricot Sparkling Water
Dried apricot for garnish
Combine Apricot brandy, orange juice, and bitters in a shaker with ice. Shake until chilled, then top with sparkling water. Stir gently to combine, then strain into a coupe glass. Top with champagne, and garnish with a dried apricot.
You certainly don’t need a fizzy cocktail to enjoy this film, but it doesn’t hurt. And if you spill some orange juice on your t-shirt, take a cue from Anna and put your couture on instead. Notting Hill—I’ve missed you. I promise I won’t stay away so long next time. Cheers!