We've always had a love/hate relationship with St. Patrick's Day. We love it because it's an unabashed reason to get paralytically drunk celebrate the life and times of St. Patrick, who drove the snakes from Ireland. We hate it because the bars are too crowded to actually get a beer because everyone thinks they're Irish, and it tends to turn into a strange, sloppy amateur night.
That's why we're not sure how we feel about making it a national holiday, which is what the folks at Guinness are striving to do. Of course, just think...no more having to think up excuses why you can't work on March 17. Our favorite has always been to say the pipes burst in our basement, when we were really preparing to get bursted.
We know this completely reeks of marketing stunt, and we have no idea if it's even possible, but we'll sign their damn petition because it's the right thing to do. Of course, if they were true geniuses, they'd be lobbying to get March 18th off from work instead, and call it "Guinness's Hair of the Dog Day." That way they'd be getting our money two days in a row...on top of the other 300 days when we're shelling out for a pint.
We're not sure if we've been under a rock for the last year or so, or just had our heads up our asses, but legendary Swiss absinthe Kubler is now available on American liquor store shelves. We knew about Lucid being widely available, and we remember hearing Kubler was coming, but apparently it happened last May and we missed it. We know it's here, however, because we saw a bottle at a liquor store in Medford, MA.
"Kübler Absinthe is the first Swiss absinthe to become commercially available and our customers are in for a real treat. Such was the reputation of its absinthes that during the 19th century 'Swiss' was adopted as an indication of the highest quality regardless of whether the absinthe was produced in Switzerland, France or elsewhere ... As with all of Liqueurs de France's absinthes, Kübler is made in an alembic still following original techniques, using only natural plants, rather than extracts or oils. Kübler Absinthe is finished at 53% abv., in accordance with local traditions ..."
Since our fearless leader can't drink right now, we're looking for a way to help him still have a vice. We were thinking about getting him one of these bad boys - for strict tobacco use only. We just want to keep him off the streets while he can't drink, not turn him into Amy Winehouse. We've tried some crazy flavored tobaccos through a hookah - anyone have any recommendations or tips?
To be honest, we can't really remember ever lying awake nights, hoping someone would make a candle that smelled like beer as it burned. We can only imagine what our tossing and turning will be like now that we know it exists - from wishing we had a few. The company is dedicated to capturing the smells that mean the most to men, so you can install them in your man cave, your bathroom, or your dashboard (not recommended).
The other scents, you ask? Currently, they offer Beer, Campfire, Coffee, Grass (fresh-mown, not THC), Hippie (this is the one that'll make your place smell like a 1970s tour bus), Pigskin, Stripper, and...drum roll please...urinal cake.
We can't believe we just wrote that headline. For one, we're not huge fans of snowclones. Well, actually, we didn't even know that's what they were called. For two, we discovered black vodka way before we discovered any of of the pink-ish ones on our radar (namely P.I.N.K. and X-Rated).
We did a little Blavod review a couple years ago and liked it - and apparently they continue cranking out their inky goodness. Here's what Rick over at Martini Lounge had to say about the rise of the dark spirit:
Most black vodkas are colored through some natural process, whether it be Blavod's black catechu (an extract from the Acacia shrub) or Fruko-Shulz's humines, a polymer that helps you get your RDA of polymers.
Now you're cool enough to make drinks like the Black Widow (Black vodka and Red Bull) and the Black & Blue (Blue Curacao with a Black Vodka float).
more at Martini Lounge; we think you should actually mix Blavod with a pink vodka to see if you can cause some kind of dimensional flux.
Is it really a surprise? For the majority of us who ordered from Europe just to taste a sample of Absinthe in the 90's, it's nice to see a new century and new trips with our favorite green fairy.
But the biggest booze news of the year may be a green liquor that has a wealth of legend and lore behind it. Absinthe, the powerful and supposedly hallucinogenic, wormwood-laced concoction that helped addle the likes of Vincent van Gogh, Oscar Wilde, Ernest Hemingway and Pablo Picasso, is back in the United States after a 96-year absinthe absence, and a legal, 124-proof version called Lucid is available -- make that was available -- at Argonaut, Applejack and three dozen other Colorado liquor stores.
"We ran out in one weekend," says Applejack owner Alan Freis, who had ten cases. So did Argonaut, according to an enthusiastic salesman there.
Ben Olguin, vice president of spirits (the coolest title ever) for Southern Wine & Spirits of America in Denver, assures Off Limits that Lucid should be back on the shelves and in nightclubs and "neighborhood shot and beer places" sometime this week. "We ordered it with caution," he says of Southern's first shipment in early January. The absinthe retails for $60 to $80 a bottle, Olguin points out, and he wasn't sure how customers would react to the cost. But it "blew up," he notes, so "this time, we tripled the order." To help stir excitement, representatives of Viridian Spirits, the French company that makes Lucid, were in Denver last week, pumping their product to liquor-store owners and bartenders.
Well, our Valentine's Day hangover is slowly subsiding, so of course we're looking for our next reason to get schnockered holiday event. Luckily, we found out there's a MythBusters Marathon running all day Monday on the Discovery Channel, so we really won't have any reason to leave the house. That got us to thinking that there's got to be some great MythBusters drinking game we've never played, so we did some searchin' on the Infernets. Lo and behold, there was a great one, the bulk of the rules of which we've included below.
Oh, and if you're playing, expect to get 'Busted by early afternoon, because the marathon starts at 9 AM.
Valentine's Day is upon us once again, and once again, we're unprepared. Luckily, we've done a bit of research and we have the makings of a few great romantical cocktails around the house, so all we have to do is stop by the store and pick up some champagne. After all, what drink could have more romance in it than the bubbly?
We have to tell you - it's easy to get jaded when you're in the liquor review business. We're sure you wouldn't believe us, especially since we've received gallons on gallons of free hooch to sample and write about, but it can get pretty ho hum to see ANOTHER bottle of vodka or whatever show up on the doorstep. But we had an experience a few days ago that helped us shake off the cynicism and see things in a new light. It's something we should do more often anyway...we actually met the folks behind some of the liquor we planned to review.
The scene was set at the Green Street Grill (this visit renewed our love affair with the place, and we can't remember why we stopped going in the first place), and the booze was Beija, a "virgin cane rum" that's been getting some buzz in Boston. The meeting was with Kevin and Steve, the brains behind the operation, and they'd done some pretty hard work to break us from our natural homing instinct of "drink near bed." So how did the evening unfold, and more to the point, how did we like Beija?
We don't even want to dignify this, but we felt we should cover it. And you realize, of course, we're talking about Irish Car Bombs, not those other ones.
At least, now we know to never, ever, ever go to Virginia again.
Yes, there is a place in the cocktailian United States where a bartender can spend a year in jail for serving some of the most common cocktails. A 75 year-old law in Virginia makes it illegal for an establishment to sell any mixed drinks in which beer or wine is combined with distilled spirits. That eliminates a lot of drinks...
Don't be surprised if your text bills go sky high this month, with the introduction of Martini Groove's cocktail randomizer. You know, because some days you need a computer to tell you what to drink. Thank you, oh technology gods!
Text martinigroove to 41411. You'll get a response on your phone with a Random Drink and the ingredients in the drink.
Because of SMS limitations you won't get the directions for making the drink, but here are some things it will be useful for.
1. It beats telling the bartender "Surprise me" and the blank look you get in return.
2. If you're out and want something different to drink but don't know what, here you go.
3. Stump the bartender!
4. Play drinking games!
5. Two words: World peace!
What the hell...after laying some loving on Drunk History Volume 1 and Volume 2, we decided to share Volume 2.5. This one once again features JB as Ben Franklin, only this time he's trying to discover his friend's fiancee's underpants instead of electricity. Go Ben.
Last week, we brought you the slice of fried gold called Drunk History: Volume 1. You remember it - it involves a bottle of scotch, American history, and Michael Cera. Well, no quicker than you can say "holy crap, that's funny," we bring you Volume 2, featuring the aftereffects of 8 vodka cranberries and the ineffable Mr. Jack Black as Benjamin Franklin.
Sometimes, the fates intertwine to bring us momentous days. As you (probably) know, today is Super Duper Tuesday, the day we unwashed masses get up off the couch and go vote in political primaries. As you also (probably) know, this year it falls on the same day as Fat Tuesday, aka Mardi Gras. In case you're unaware, that's the day America's unwashed masses want to go to New Orleans to drink heavily and take off their shirts.
There's probably something clever we should say here about the overlap, but we're too jet lagged right now. Instead of indulging in our rapier political wit, you'll have to content yourself with our visual representation, which took longer than you'd think to make while we waited for our plane.
OK, so we're a little more banged up about the Super Bowl last night than we care to admit...as much as we like to think we're our own men, our New England roots are showing. At first we thought it was because the Patriots lost in a close game. It turns out it's because we subconsciously noticed the beer ads, our constant mainstay for Super Bowl entertainment, sucked pond water this year. Literally. (Image links to our favorite)
Advertisements for vitamin-enhanced water beat out beer for top-viewed advertising airtime during Sunday's Super Bowl, according to TiVo's annual analysis of top-rated commercials.
"Anheuser-Busch has always placed multiple ads on our list, but this year they only got one spot. Interestingly enough, in the place of beer ads, we saw two new water ads," said Todd Juenger, vice president of audience research at the digital video recording company in a phone interview.
The Big Game is almost upon us, and while our friends and families are rabid to Old Yeller heights about the impending gridiron clash, we've been finding it hard to get too pumped. That was the case, at least, until we found this awesome Super Bowl Drinking game. Now we're going to be glued to the set, work on Monday be damned.
Here ’s my favorites. Chug your beer ( or take a shot ) every time:
You see Peyton Manning in a commercial. Good Luck!
The camera finds its way onto the Manning Family. I doubt you’ll make it through the first half with this one!
An announcer makes reference to Gisele Bundchen!
Randy Moss is noted as now being a hard worker or mature.
Bill Parcells is brought up.
You hear a player is giving it “110%”!
You hear the word “Dynasty.”
The Miami Dolphins or Don Shula or champagne are mentioned.