So fowl you'll come back for seconds to make sure your tastebuds wern't lieing.
Booze Fairy Clown (Creepy?)
About 6 years ago my friend first introduced me to Campari. When I first tried it it was mixed with soda and served on the rocks I think. On first taste my initial reaction was a very common one "That's the most disgusting drink I ever had." I couldn't understand what my friend saw in this fruity herb infused bitter liqueur. Well the night progressed and the libations flowed. I couldn't stop thinking about that disgusting drink. I had to try it again. The booze fairy clown had taken control of my senses, this time I drank it straight and the taste was sublime. Almost a symbiotic maybe parasitic relationship the taste grew on me and became part of who I was.
The best way to get the monkey off your back is to get him drunk
If I'm gonna be writing about it. Maybe I should be under it's spell. Since I don't drink alone, I poured a few sips for my friend
First glass drank straight (as I do). He only weighs about 6oz but has an amazing tolerance for his size. I think the flavor may have been too powerful for him. He was rather buzzed after round 1.
For his second drink I mixed it with soda and one of those giant Makers Mark Ice cubes. The monkey was happy.
A few years ago I had a gig where I went from bar to bar drinking for free working for a beverage company. Every once in awhile I get the desire for some Compari. At one bar they literally had to blow dust off the bottle before serving it to me. About half the bartenders said nobody had ever touched the stuff, the others all pretty much had the same story about serving it to some old Asian ladies once in a blue moon. A few of the bartenders had a drink with me (I think they lost respect for my palate but gained respect toward my drunkardness). Sadly at more than one bar once I finished their bottle (over an extended period of time) they never replenished their stock. I had one female bartender that loved seeing me drink the stuff straight. She was a sweet girl and couldn't believe that anyone actually liked this stuff (after I had her try it). She had a grin from ear to ear watching me consume my drink. This made me happy and honestly I would have drank cat pee to see that smile. (I miss that girl)
One of the best Bartenders In Long Beach told me a story about his favorite customer during the 80's. The Bartender passed away last year and perhaps this knowledge lies in only me.
Known to drink 7,000 calories worth of booze a day
everyday
I was told he come in and polish multiple bottles in one sitting. He loved Compari it was his drink of choice.(at this particular bar) I like to think that perhaps the stock I was drinking was remnants of the surplus needed to quench the giants thirst years before. It sat dormant in the cellar until a chosen drunkard like myself came to embrace it's sweet repugnant flavor.
Perhaps my friend the bartender is laughing in his grave right now and told this story to everyone. I can picture the next guy behind me ordering a Bloody Mary. The bartender looks at him and says "You know back in the 80's Andre the Giant use to come in here and drink Bloody Marys all day long."
Perhaps it was just a trick written in the bartenders handbook chapter 3 page 57.
I personally chose to think he was telling the truth.
and
When the Giant is concerned I shall ?
OBEY
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a really interesting documentary on street art
Some truly evil bastards also drank Campari
I think this ad appeared in Hustler
The sad thing is if this satire were true I'd probably have better opinion of this pathetic excuse for a man
Some truly evil bastards also drank Campari
The sad thing is if this satire were true I'd probably have better opinion of this pathetic excuse for a man
Present day
In 2010 Campari turned 150 years old. For a disgusting drink to most, they must be doing something right. In the world of booze they are a powerful company and they even bought my standard bourbon of choice.
Yes
Wild Turkey is not owned by Kentucky Hillbilly's but
by
Sexy Italian women. AKA Campari
Wild turkey is my drink of choice. Call me a philanthropist if you want. I like to to think my debauchery helps pay for their education.
Conclusion
In the great battle to overcome smart decision making and rational thought, one has many choices. Sure, almost anybody can take the path of Bud light and Jose Cuervo and end up puking in their driveway.
But
But
I challenge you to be brave, test your limits of taste, give Campari a try and then curse me afterwards
"Why the f**k di I waste $20 listening to that dumb ass drunk blabbering on his blog."
Why you ask?
Without testing our limits how will we ever know what we are capable of.
What am I capable of?
Well tonight the answer is easy getting drunk
Good night
and
be warned that
Booze Fairy Clown is a sneaky little bastard.
:)
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