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Showing posts with label Sandwiches. Show all posts
17 September 2011
Brunch and Lotsa Perty Flowers
As it is with any Sunday when my wife and I travel, the first order of business was brunch. Our destination was Canteen which I’d read serves the best French toast in the city.
18 August 2011
A Journey to Philly
Two tickets to see Journey/Foreigner/Night Ranger at Susquehanna Bank Center provided me the perfect opportunity to reaffirm (or disaffirm) my favorite sandwich on the planet: Tony Luke’s roast pork Italian with broccoli rabe. The show started at 7pm, so after packing up the cooler with a few pre-gaming goodies, we were on the road by 2pm.
The traffic heading north on 95 was pretty brutal. What should’ve taken 1.5 hours took over 2, so it was about 4:15pm when we snagged a great parking spot (in the middle of the street) and were presented with this disheartening sight:
The traffic heading north on 95 was pretty brutal. What should’ve taken 1.5 hours took over 2, so it was about 4:15pm when we snagged a great parking spot (in the middle of the street) and were presented with this disheartening sight:
11 June 2011
Heaven is spelled N.O.L.A. Part 4
Saturday morning we were feeling lazy, so instead of looking up the various methods of public transportation to Jazz Fest we simply phoned the front desk for a cab. 10 minutes later we were on the road. One great bonus that came with being lazy is we drove right past the Superdome which has to be one of the most impressive man-made structures I’ve ever seen. It looked like a steampunk airship battle arena. I loved how it wasn’t plastered with advertising like so many other stadiums are these days. A very impressive sight indeed.
The cabbie dropped us off at about 10:40 so instead of waiting around for 20 minutes for the gates to open I decided to go check out Parkway Bakery now instead of waiting until after the festival. A short walk had us in front of the doors and what I thought as the first people in line.
Little did I know there was a back entrance, luckily there were still only a handful of people waiting.
The cabbie dropped us off at about 10:40 so instead of waiting around for 20 minutes for the gates to open I decided to go check out Parkway Bakery now instead of waiting until after the festival. A short walk had us in front of the doors and what I thought as the first people in line.
Little did I know there was a back entrance, luckily there were still only a handful of people waiting.
22 January 2011
Micro.mantage: Ummm, where's the camera?
Well, as you may or may not guess by the title of this post, our digital camera has gone missing. The last time I saw it my wife was putting it in her purse to take with us on Christmas day. What makes it doubly sucky is we had an amazing dinner at Bluegrass Tavern this past Friday that I was very excited to blog about. And now I can't. Boo.
So until we find our camera or break down and purchase one I give you a sizzling hot sample of some of the backlogged food adventures I never got around to blogging about for one reason or another. So here we go:
So until we find our camera or break down and purchase one I give you a sizzling hot sample of some of the backlogged food adventures I never got around to blogging about for one reason or another. So here we go:
31 December 2010
Top 10 Most Memorable Bites Eating Out 2010
Every food blogger loves to do top 10 lists at this time of year, so here's mine! Now, realize that these aren't necessarily the BEST bites of 2010, I ate so many damned awesome places this year that actually ranking them would be an impossible task. These are the nummy bites that stick out in my memory for one reason or another.
18 December 2010
Two Dorks, One Apple
I wanted to visit NYC again before the year came to it’s stunning conclusion so since my father-centric visit went so well I offered to do the same for my retarded older brother. After conversing with his better half he gave the go ahead to start planning it all out for him, which I happily spent hours doing. After securing bus tickets and hotel reservations the much anticipated day (Saturday, Dec. 4th) had finally arrived. My bus from Baltimore arrived at 11am and his bus from Philly arrived an hour later and I knew the perfect way to kill an hour. I hopped off my double-decker megabus at 28th and 7th Ave. and made my way a few short blocks to Stumptown Coffee located in the Ace Hotel on 29th St.
13 November 2010
1st Anniversary Road-trip Day 7
I want to start this post with a quote from Homer Simpson’s high school year book: “I can’t believe I ate the whole thing.” Yes, that was the primary theme for Day 7 of our road-trip--our first full day in Portland.
I’d reserved a 2-hour Schooner Tour of Casco Bay for a nice start to our day so I was thrilled to find that Standard Baking Company was a short walk from the pier. Unfortunately, I was a tad skeptical after our so-so dinner at Fore Street (they’re owned by the same restaurant group) the night before, but nevertheless I had a hankerin’ for baked goodies.
I’d reserved a 2-hour Schooner Tour of Casco Bay for a nice start to our day so I was thrilled to find that Standard Baking Company was a short walk from the pier. Unfortunately, I was a tad skeptical after our so-so dinner at Fore Street (they’re owned by the same restaurant group) the night before, but nevertheless I had a hankerin’ for baked goodies.
31 October 2010
27 October 2010
Philly With the Phamily
A couple points before I begin. First of all, I'm not going to bother censoring myself anymore. If you don't want to read the words fuckballs and cockgobbler then there are plenty of other food blogs you can go read. I figured it would turn some people off, but take a look at the Chicago Gluttons. Yeah, I'm pretty tame compared to those guys. I love them, their most recent post was quite hilarious.
Secondly I just wanted to apologize for the huge alternating sections of text and photos. As usual blogger is being a complete piece of shit and if I don't add every photo I upload then they disappear, and I'm just not in the mood to upload them all individually. Blogger you suck! Now that we have that cleared up, on to the show...
Our little family day-trip to Philly started off great. Some retard thought it would be a good idea to schedule roadwork on 95 North on a Saturday morning causing a 4 mile back up while our bus driver couldn’t decide if he wanted to roast our asses to a crisp by blasting the heat or give us all hypothermia by cranking the A/C. We arrived at 30th Street Station an hour and a half later than we’d planned, soaked in our own sweat and numb from the waist down. Let the eating begin.
Secondly I just wanted to apologize for the huge alternating sections of text and photos. As usual blogger is being a complete piece of shit and if I don't add every photo I upload then they disappear, and I'm just not in the mood to upload them all individually. Blogger you suck! Now that we have that cleared up, on to the show...
Our little family day-trip to Philly started off great. Some retard thought it would be a good idea to schedule roadwork on 95 North on a Saturday morning causing a 4 mile back up while our bus driver couldn’t decide if he wanted to roast our asses to a crisp by blasting the heat or give us all hypothermia by cranking the A/C. We arrived at 30th Street Station an hour and a half later than we’d planned, soaked in our own sweat and numb from the waist down. Let the eating begin.
17 August 2010
Tortas, falafel, and concretes, oh my!
I'm switching back to the old editor while I still can. The new one is so GD BUGGY I want to paint the walls with my brains. You'll see just how buggy it is in my next post. The spacing just won't cooperate so I gave up. What a P.O.S. So sorry, no more nifty photo captions.
Do you ever wonder just how mental I am about planning my food adventures? Here's a good example. Take a guess at how many places I planned to go for breakfast that Sunday. Let's see if I can remember them all. First it was Buttermilk Channel. Then it was Tom's Restaurant. No, make that Joyce Bakeshop. On second thought let's go to Bark Hot Dogs. Where did we finally end up going? None of the above. I need therapy.
After seeing NYC Food Guy's 200th post about a Mexican food tour in Sunset Park and seeing the post on Serious Eats about the Hawaiian Torta de Salchicha I marked Sunset Park down as a worthy food destination.
Do you ever wonder just how mental I am about planning my food adventures? Here's a good example. Take a guess at how many places I planned to go for breakfast that Sunday. Let's see if I can remember them all. First it was Buttermilk Channel. Then it was Tom's Restaurant. No, make that Joyce Bakeshop. On second thought let's go to Bark Hot Dogs. Where did we finally end up going? None of the above. I need therapy.
After seeing NYC Food Guy's 200th post about a Mexican food tour in Sunset Park and seeing the post on Serious Eats about the Hawaiian Torta de Salchicha I marked Sunset Park down as a worthy food destination.
18 June 2010
Raging the Windy City à la Wind God Gau Pt. 3
After putzing around the city for a while we finally worked up the stomach room to sip a few beers at The Map Room. The sign out front was easy to spot from far off and looked like... Well, it looks like something, doesn't it?
It's not my imagination right? You see it too? Good, we're on the same page then.
It's not my imagination right? You see it too? Good, we're on the same page then.26 February 2010
Reubens & Cubans: Atwater's plus more!
Reubens & Cubans is a column I've been wanting to start ever since I've been on my most recent culinary kick: sandwiches. This column will exclude burgers as I consider them in a realm all their own. A realm ruled by dragons... and robots. No wait, robotic cyborg-dragons! Yeah, that's what I'm talking about. And ninjas. You know I love me some burgers so they'll have posts solely dedicated to them. See what I do for you, burgers? You'd better put out when I'm in the mood... for meat. Big honkin' heaps of meat.
Since I've become a "foodie" I've gone through various phases of being obsessed with cooking/eating certain dishes or cuisines. From memory my phases of obsession went something like curries, then tex-mex, chili, barbecue, fish tacos, burgers, and now straight up sandwiches. My newest infatuation is the reuben, hence the title of this column. This is a prime example of how my tastes have done a complete 180 since I was a kid. Growing up I hated sauerkraut, rye, and swiss! Now I'm completely entranced by the marriage of flavors encased in a reuben sandwich. But I digress this post doesn't involve a reuben (although there will be one in the very near future). This is about Atwater's with a bonus review of the awesomeness that is the Pennsylvania Dutch Market in Cockeysville. So let's get to the meat of this (sandwich) post!
Since I've become a "foodie" I've gone through various phases of being obsessed with cooking/eating certain dishes or cuisines. From memory my phases of obsession went something like curries, then tex-mex, chili, barbecue, fish tacos, burgers, and now straight up sandwiches. My newest infatuation is the reuben, hence the title of this column. This is a prime example of how my tastes have done a complete 180 since I was a kid. Growing up I hated sauerkraut, rye, and swiss! Now I'm completely entranced by the marriage of flavors encased in a reuben sandwich. But I digress this post doesn't involve a reuben (although there will be one in the very near future). This is about Atwater's with a bonus review of the awesomeness that is the Pennsylvania Dutch Market in Cockeysville. So let's get to the meat of this (sandwich) post!
08 August 2009
The City of Brotherly Dry-Humping
Ah, I've been dreading this update because I knew it would be gargantuan. I think I'll start trying to be a bit less detailed with the non-food related stuff. I realize that most people who read this probably don't care about what I do in my personal life and read just to see the food and game pictures and reviews. So I will try to reign myself in a bit for this post. Emphasis on the "try".
We left the house at 11am Saturday and we cracked beers as we got on the highway. My dad was driving so of course he wasn't participating in the alcohol consumption. We hit Chris D's place in Elkton and did a round of jager bombs.
We got back on the road and cracked another beer. I hadn't eaten anything yet so the alcohol hit me right away and I was borderline drunk when we rolled into Philly. The original plan was for everyone to meet at Tony Luke's so we could all get sandwiches but I read from multiple sources that Tommy DiNic's in the Reading Terminal Market had a better roast pork italian. Since the only RPI I had ever had was at Tony Luke's I decided to check it out to have something to base a comparison on. We met at the hotel--we stayed at the Holiday Inn Express on Walnut St.--and walked over to the market.
This place was insane. I've been to Cross Street Market in Baltimore and this was like that on crack. There were vendors of every kind and it was packed with a busy Saturday lunch crowd. We made our way through the masses and found the glowing beacon signaling we had arrived:
I knew exactly what we were going to order. Right before I left for the trip I read a blog entry that dissuaded readers from ordering the roast pork in favor of the pulled pork with greens. So I ordered the usual roast pork italian with rabe and provolone and had Chris D. order the italian pulled pork with spinach and provolone.
Luckily a table opened up so while everyone else ordered and paid I nabbed the table for us. I didn't wait for them, I ravenously dove in for my first bite... and was met with utter blandness and disappointment. Juices literally poured out of the bottom of the sandwich upon biting in. The pooled on the table. One would think this would be a good thing but it left the meat dry. And desperately needing salt. This pork honestly didn't taste like much of a step up from roasted pork you would find in a supermarket deli. The roll was chewy. I thought to myself "So-so bread in Philadelphia?? How is that even possible? Philly bread is usually awesome..." The rabe was nice and bitter but other than that it lacked seasoning. But the biggest slap in the face of them all was I couldn't taste the cheese. At all. I turned to Chris D. and told him they forgot my cheese but then he pointed it out layering the bottom of the sandwich.
To me, the creaminess of the cheese and the perfect crusty roll to contain all of the meat juices is what makes Tony Luke's RPI great, and they were both sub-par in DiNic's version. I didn't even finish it and unless it's severely detrimental to my well-being, I ALWAYS clean my plate. My bachelor weekend feasting began with a pretty big disappointment. Luckily I still had the italian pulled pork to try.
Now THIS was more like it. Right off the bat my tongue is singing with flavor. There's so much garlic on the spinach that it burned my tastebuds. The strange thing is after looking at the pictures, you can actually see chunks of garlic in the rabe but not with the spinach. Odd indeed. Anyway, I could most certainly taste the cheese which made me consider the possibility that maybe I got slighted on the RPI. The harmony of the pulled pork along with the garlicy spinach really made a powerful flavor punch. Unfortunately, the bread was still chewy and the juices still sluiced out of the sandwich, but all-in-all this was a MUCH better sandwich. I finished every crumb of this half. Jeffroy got the pulled pork with peppers, but he wolfed it down so fast and I was so over-stimulated with everything going on, I forgot to ask about it. But here's a pretty picture:
Satisfied we decided to walk around a bit while the rest of our crew finished their lunch. Andy, Zack, and Chris M. got cheesesteaks and my brother the vegetarian got a crabcake. I didn't ask about them, I had another destination to hit before we left. I read on another blog post about Fair Food Farmstand and their Blue Sue Dark Chocolate Fudge. This was fudge with bits of blue cheese in it. I was very interested in trying this enticing combination. We had to ask a guide person to direct us to their stand. Once we found it I happily approached the counter and asked if they had some. They said they were all out. Damn. All-in-all this wasn't going very well. Meanwhile my dad had gotten in line at the Famous 4th Street Cookie and moments later had a bag in his hand and a devilish smile on his face. He reached in and started munching as we walked. He handed me a hunk of cookie and told me to try it. It was a chocolate covered chocolate chip cookie. The coating reminded me of the chocolate dipped cones at the Arctic Circle on Rte. 22 in Churchville. It was very good, but I don't think I could eat an entire cookie. It was coma-inducing.
We returned to gather up the rest of our bunch and headed over to the hotel to check in at 3pm. Our rooms weren't quite ready yet so we congregated in the lobby and tried not to get kicked out. Chris couldn't wait till we got our rooms so he cracked a beer in the lobby while simultaneously undressing me with his eyes:
We finally got our rooms and congregated into one to commence the insanity. I didn’t realize we would be pre-gaming in the hotel room so the beers we brought along for the ride were gone within minutes. Luckily my dad always packs his gin & tonic so he started dishing them out to all comers. We set up another round of jagerbombs and phase two had begun. We hung out in the room drinking and enjoying the time with a pocket breathalyzer. Apparently if you take a huge swig of alcohol and immediately blow into it you can overload it thereby making it flash H, which we figured meant hospital. I think by the time we left about an hour later the highest true score was .17, double the legal driving limit here in Maryland. Not too bad. Since the real bar we wanted to go to didn’t open until 5pm, we headed to a place called Fergie which we passed on our way into town.
This was your typical Irish pub except that there was a live fiddle band playing at a table in the corner, which was pretty awesome. I was definitely in an adventurous mood, so I was checking what was on tap when my brother suggested carbombs and I emphatically concurred. The bartender replied “We don’t do carbombs.” Ummm, wait, an Irish pub that doesn’t do carbombs? What the hell was going on here? I just shrugged in bewilderment and ordered the first thing I saw that didn’t say IPA on the tap. It was called Colonel Blide's (after going to the website to refresh my memory on what it was called, I see it says Colonel Blide's Bitter... That explains a lot) and it was barely drinkable. I will never understand how people derive pleasure from drinking these hoppy bitter concoctions. They’re what I would imagine poison tastes like. Ugh.
From left to right that's dad, Zack, Andy, me, my brother Ryan, Chris M., George, Chris D., and Jeffroy.
After asking what everyone else was drinking and seeing Guinness and woodchuck I kicked myself for having forgotten how much I love snakebites, which is a drink that is one part cider to two parts Guinness where I come from. And its delicious. The alert went out that we needed to down our beers and head to our next destination and I just couldn't. I left my first beer of Philly mostly undrunk. Blah, not a good way to start the night.
We arrived at Apothecary right at 5pm so we were the first ones there and the hostess had to unlock the doors for us. The theme of this place was awesome. Probably the coolest bar decor I've come across. It was like a hospital mixed with a mad scientist lab. In other words, like an apothecary. We were kind of dumb-founded as to what to order since the selection was nothing close to what they listed on the website. I think they only had 5 cocktails to choose from and the Recession menu was only available during the week, also not mentioned on the website. Bah. The waitress explained that the first price was for a glass and the second price was for a bottle. We ordered a bottle of Booty Collins after she said it was their most popular. Chris M. also ordered a French Buck.
The presentation was awesome. The bottle came out in a bucket of ice and was served in prepared glasses with ice, brandied cherries, and an orange slice. Once we poured our drinks she handed us a flask of club soda which we were to splash on top. I transitioned nicely into the role of mad scientist concocting an otherwordly elixir, demonstrated here:
The drink tasted like a glorified mimosa, which isn't necessarily a bad thing. The best part for me was the late burn in the throat from the cayenne. The brandied cheeries were like little wonderful explosions of alcohol. Next time I'll order a bowl of those on the side.
Unfortunately, I didn't get a picture of the French Buck but I wish I had because it was very pretty. Upon sampling that beverage I immediately wished I had ordered that. I'm not a fan of black licorice flavor, actually I hate it, but I felt this concoction was a bit more forgiving and didn't assault the senses as much as straight up absinthe or jager.
As the bottle went around and we started getting comfortable we noticed some pretty awesome artwork. Behind me was a goat and sheep in suits drinking over-sized martinis:
And of course I had to get a picture posing with the poster advertising the very beverage we were currently imbibing:
The silhouette in the photo kinda looked like me too, bonus! I think I will end this post here for our next destination was dinner at Morimoto which will be quite long indeed. Chew on this for now, more to come soon.
We left the house at 11am Saturday and we cracked beers as we got on the highway. My dad was driving so of course he wasn't participating in the alcohol consumption. We hit Chris D's place in Elkton and did a round of jager bombs.
We got back on the road and cracked another beer. I hadn't eaten anything yet so the alcohol hit me right away and I was borderline drunk when we rolled into Philly. The original plan was for everyone to meet at Tony Luke's so we could all get sandwiches but I read from multiple sources that Tommy DiNic's in the Reading Terminal Market had a better roast pork italian. Since the only RPI I had ever had was at Tony Luke's I decided to check it out to have something to base a comparison on. We met at the hotel--we stayed at the Holiday Inn Express on Walnut St.--and walked over to the market.
This place was insane. I've been to Cross Street Market in Baltimore and this was like that on crack. There were vendors of every kind and it was packed with a busy Saturday lunch crowd. We made our way through the masses and found the glowing beacon signaling we had arrived:
I knew exactly what we were going to order. Right before I left for the trip I read a blog entry that dissuaded readers from ordering the roast pork in favor of the pulled pork with greens. So I ordered the usual roast pork italian with rabe and provolone and had Chris D. order the italian pulled pork with spinach and provolone.
Luckily a table opened up so while everyone else ordered and paid I nabbed the table for us. I didn't wait for them, I ravenously dove in for my first bite... and was met with utter blandness and disappointment. Juices literally poured out of the bottom of the sandwich upon biting in. The pooled on the table. One would think this would be a good thing but it left the meat dry. And desperately needing salt. This pork honestly didn't taste like much of a step up from roasted pork you would find in a supermarket deli. The roll was chewy. I thought to myself "So-so bread in Philadelphia?? How is that even possible? Philly bread is usually awesome..." The rabe was nice and bitter but other than that it lacked seasoning. But the biggest slap in the face of them all was I couldn't taste the cheese. At all. I turned to Chris D. and told him they forgot my cheese but then he pointed it out layering the bottom of the sandwich.
To me, the creaminess of the cheese and the perfect crusty roll to contain all of the meat juices is what makes Tony Luke's RPI great, and they were both sub-par in DiNic's version. I didn't even finish it and unless it's severely detrimental to my well-being, I ALWAYS clean my plate. My bachelor weekend feasting began with a pretty big disappointment. Luckily I still had the italian pulled pork to try.
Now THIS was more like it. Right off the bat my tongue is singing with flavor. There's so much garlic on the spinach that it burned my tastebuds. The strange thing is after looking at the pictures, you can actually see chunks of garlic in the rabe but not with the spinach. Odd indeed. Anyway, I could most certainly taste the cheese which made me consider the possibility that maybe I got slighted on the RPI. The harmony of the pulled pork along with the garlicy spinach really made a powerful flavor punch. Unfortunately, the bread was still chewy and the juices still sluiced out of the sandwich, but all-in-all this was a MUCH better sandwich. I finished every crumb of this half. Jeffroy got the pulled pork with peppers, but he wolfed it down so fast and I was so over-stimulated with everything going on, I forgot to ask about it. But here's a pretty picture:
Satisfied we decided to walk around a bit while the rest of our crew finished their lunch. Andy, Zack, and Chris M. got cheesesteaks and my brother the vegetarian got a crabcake. I didn't ask about them, I had another destination to hit before we left. I read on another blog post about Fair Food Farmstand and their Blue Sue Dark Chocolate Fudge. This was fudge with bits of blue cheese in it. I was very interested in trying this enticing combination. We had to ask a guide person to direct us to their stand. Once we found it I happily approached the counter and asked if they had some. They said they were all out. Damn. All-in-all this wasn't going very well. Meanwhile my dad had gotten in line at the Famous 4th Street Cookie and moments later had a bag in his hand and a devilish smile on his face. He reached in and started munching as we walked. He handed me a hunk of cookie and told me to try it. It was a chocolate covered chocolate chip cookie. The coating reminded me of the chocolate dipped cones at the Arctic Circle on Rte. 22 in Churchville. It was very good, but I don't think I could eat an entire cookie. It was coma-inducing.
We returned to gather up the rest of our bunch and headed over to the hotel to check in at 3pm. Our rooms weren't quite ready yet so we congregated in the lobby and tried not to get kicked out. Chris couldn't wait till we got our rooms so he cracked a beer in the lobby while simultaneously undressing me with his eyes:
We finally got our rooms and congregated into one to commence the insanity. I didn’t realize we would be pre-gaming in the hotel room so the beers we brought along for the ride were gone within minutes. Luckily my dad always packs his gin & tonic so he started dishing them out to all comers. We set up another round of jagerbombs and phase two had begun. We hung out in the room drinking and enjoying the time with a pocket breathalyzer. Apparently if you take a huge swig of alcohol and immediately blow into it you can overload it thereby making it flash H, which we figured meant hospital. I think by the time we left about an hour later the highest true score was .17, double the legal driving limit here in Maryland. Not too bad. Since the real bar we wanted to go to didn’t open until 5pm, we headed to a place called Fergie which we passed on our way into town.
This was your typical Irish pub except that there was a live fiddle band playing at a table in the corner, which was pretty awesome. I was definitely in an adventurous mood, so I was checking what was on tap when my brother suggested carbombs and I emphatically concurred. The bartender replied “We don’t do carbombs.” Ummm, wait, an Irish pub that doesn’t do carbombs? What the hell was going on here? I just shrugged in bewilderment and ordered the first thing I saw that didn’t say IPA on the tap. It was called Colonel Blide's (after going to the website to refresh my memory on what it was called, I see it says Colonel Blide's Bitter... That explains a lot) and it was barely drinkable. I will never understand how people derive pleasure from drinking these hoppy bitter concoctions. They’re what I would imagine poison tastes like. Ugh.
From left to right that's dad, Zack, Andy, me, my brother Ryan, Chris M., George, Chris D., and Jeffroy.
After asking what everyone else was drinking and seeing Guinness and woodchuck I kicked myself for having forgotten how much I love snakebites, which is a drink that is one part cider to two parts Guinness where I come from. And its delicious. The alert went out that we needed to down our beers and head to our next destination and I just couldn't. I left my first beer of Philly mostly undrunk. Blah, not a good way to start the night.
We arrived at Apothecary right at 5pm so we were the first ones there and the hostess had to unlock the doors for us. The theme of this place was awesome. Probably the coolest bar decor I've come across. It was like a hospital mixed with a mad scientist lab. In other words, like an apothecary. We were kind of dumb-founded as to what to order since the selection was nothing close to what they listed on the website. I think they only had 5 cocktails to choose from and the Recession menu was only available during the week, also not mentioned on the website. Bah. The waitress explained that the first price was for a glass and the second price was for a bottle. We ordered a bottle of Booty Collins after she said it was their most popular. Chris M. also ordered a French Buck.
The presentation was awesome. The bottle came out in a bucket of ice and was served in prepared glasses with ice, brandied cherries, and an orange slice. Once we poured our drinks she handed us a flask of club soda which we were to splash on top. I transitioned nicely into the role of mad scientist concocting an otherwordly elixir, demonstrated here:
The drink tasted like a glorified mimosa, which isn't necessarily a bad thing. The best part for me was the late burn in the throat from the cayenne. The brandied cheeries were like little wonderful explosions of alcohol. Next time I'll order a bowl of those on the side.
Unfortunately, I didn't get a picture of the French Buck but I wish I had because it was very pretty. Upon sampling that beverage I immediately wished I had ordered that. I'm not a fan of black licorice flavor, actually I hate it, but I felt this concoction was a bit more forgiving and didn't assault the senses as much as straight up absinthe or jager.
As the bottle went around and we started getting comfortable we noticed some pretty awesome artwork. Behind me was a goat and sheep in suits drinking over-sized martinis:
And of course I had to get a picture posing with the poster advertising the very beverage we were currently imbibing:
The silhouette in the photo kinda looked like me too, bonus! I think I will end this post here for our next destination was dinner at Morimoto which will be quite long indeed. Chew on this for now, more to come soon.
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