July 4, 2012 § Leave a comment
Patrick and I found ourselves at Six Feet Under on Day Three Hundred Twenty. Atlanta may be a landlocked city, but the seafood the restaurant serves up is pretty tasty. I especially enjoy oysters, and as I browsed the alcohol list my eyes stopped at a section called, “Oyster Shots.” I had seen them there plenty of times before, but never had the balls (or taste buds) to actually order one. I think you see where this is going…
I opted for the classic “Six Feet Under” oyster shot. “A shot of Absolut Peppar, Zing Zang’s Bloody Mary Mix & a raw oyster.” The rest of the table joined me in my quest to try something new. We clinked glasses then threw back the seafood substance nestled at the bottom of the cups.
Of course, I managed to swallow everything contained in the shot glass except the oyster. So I ate it separately.
While I don’t think I’ll ever get another oyster shot in my life (it was a bit peppery and I’m still not fond of the Bloody Mary flavor), I was glad to have tried it. And glad for the company who joined me in my pursuit of new activities.
August 10, 2011 § Leave a comment
My brother turned 22 on the first of July. Because he lives in Charlotte (and I in Atlanta), we never really celebrated his momentous 21st birthday together. So in honor of us getting to spend a few days together during his visit on Day One Twenty-Seven I managed to find a new activity for both of: doing shots together.
I asked Brad what shot he would like, but he didn’t have enough bar life experience to choose anything except for a Jager Bomb. I didn’t fancy any red bull that late in the evening (post softball win, pre-sleep), so I suggested an Irish Car Bomb. He had never tried one and surprisingly agreed.
Both Brad and Rebecca seemed a bit uncertain once the half pint of Guinness and shot glass filled with Bailey’s and Jameson arrived. They asked how this was going to go and cringed when told that if they didn’t drink the concoction fast enough, the mixture would curdle. What a nasty word, that curdle.
We posed with the Bailey’s and Jameson filled shot glass and half pint of Guinness. Trepidation was etched across the young ones’ faces. We counted down together and dropped the milky liquid into the dark chocolate slush of Guinness. And drank.
Of course, I had done the car bomb before, so I knew what to expect. Drink fast before the dreaded curdle. Surprisingly, both Brad and Rebecca sucked down the juice just as quickly. They seemed to find the concoction tasty as far as I could tell; the response was, “Yeah, that was good” (in a slightly apathetic sounded early-twenties voice). We’ll see if he ever asks for another.
April 17, 2011 § 1 Comment
I went to the EARL the evening of day twenty-nine to see a show. Since I was there after midnight and knew I was coming up on a super busy work day, I decided to declare it Day Thirty. Whether this will come back to bite me, we shall see.
And my activity for Day Thirty was to play shot roulette. Marc Crifasi’s idea. He took the shot book from behind the bar and as he flipped quickly through the pages I stuck my finger out and picked one. Then I closed my eyes and pointed to a spot on the open book, thus choosing our beverage.
The ATP. Bourbon and Amaretto. I hate shots. I got all the shot drinking out of my system when I was twenty years old studying abroad in England. My friend had the wise idea that upon entering a nightclub, however many of us would sashay up to the bar would each order a shot of something. A shot of something for the number of people participating. And then we would take them, one after the other, no pauses. It was a great way to get tipsy enough to dance the night away, but the thought of it nowadays makes me gag a little. I would always pick apple sour to wash away the taste of vodka, whiskey, and malibu rum that had just gone down my gizzard.
So this was kind of a gross idea to me.
But I did it. And it was new.