Mmm . . . Brackish Salty Muddy Daiquiris

“Strawberry daiquiris” are probably the last thing I think of when I see slush:

And then there was what was underfoot, an unpredictable and potentially slippery coating on the pavement.

“You have to concentrate,” said Evelyn Gatzonis, who owns a spa in Astoria, Queens, and walked to work in leather boots with 4 1/2-inch stiletto heels. (It was Valentine’s Day, after all, she said.)

There was a lot to concentrate on: avoiding potholes in the making, and avoiding the sludgy, brackish liquid that had already filled them.

“It’s like a strawberry daiquiri that’s been out for five minutes and the stuff has started to separate so the syrup’s on the bottom and ice is on the top,” said Adele Morrissette, an investment banker whose office is in Rockefeller Center. “In this case, the syrup . . . you don’t want to know. The streets weren’t clean before it snowed.”