Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Let's start in the middle

So a friend of mine suggested I start a blog about drinking.  Another friend suggested I do it, but maybe make it a little more, "Hey, here's an interesting drink to try.  I'll let you know my impression," and less, "Hey, here's eleven interesting drinks to try tonight.  And here's how I woke up spooning the toilet."

To be fair, I was already thinking of making it more the first anyway.  Drinking stories are great, but not necessarily something to make a permanent, public record about.

But since I'm at work at the moment (typing this while on my break) I suppose this entry can be neither.  Along the way, I'll try to find old posts I've made around the internet regarding drinks I've had and maybe even some drinking stories to boot.  In fact, since you're here, I'll even tell a quick one.

Last week was a friend's going away happy hour.  I'll call her Heather.  We're at the second bar and have just secured seating.  I ask if she wants a car bomb, as I haven't bought her a drink yet (though I did buy her boyfriend one already at the first place, in playful spite - so she'll have to take care of him the next day.  Let's call him Ben.)  She says sure and I head to the bar.  "Seven car bombs."  "We should be friends," a haggard drunk woman says.  I half-smile and kinda nod.  I help the bartender carry the drinks to our table and we toast to Heather and Ben. (I probably won't remember these names in future entries and end up giving them additional names.)  Everyone pounds their drink.  Everyone, except for Heather, who is slowly sipping what looks like a glass of caramel cottage cheese.  "You're supposed to pound it before, well, that happens."  Further drinks are had, additional places visited, cabs taken.

My favorite drink of the night was at Arch Rock Fish, called The El Presidio (yes, "the el," I know).  From their website: Absolut Pears, St Germain Elderflower Liqueur, pink grapefruit juice, lemon juice, micro flower (apparently, though I'm sure it could be omitted); served chilled, straight-up.

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