I hate beer. It’s true.
But My Captain LOVES it, in a manly, macho, but not rising to the level of needing an intervention sort of way. Actually, he’s a little on the snobby side of it. He likes the dark, tasty, rich beers….the ones that have floating bits and chunks of unknown substances on the bottom of the bottle.
He thinks of that as solid flavor, man.
I think of it as the precursor to retching.
I do, however, enjoy interesting fru-fru drinks, probably because I love food and tastes and textures. If they could make a drink called Macaroni and Cheese Martini with some kind of mixture of flavored vodkas, I’d try it. You’d be amazed at the flavors some bartenders can come up with.
Tonight while sharing a drink with a friend at Not Your Average Joe’s restaurant in the Kentlands,
I tried a drink that included sliced Jalapenos, crushed Habaneros, muddled Pineapple, pineapple flavored vodka, nutmeg, and not NEARLY enough ice.
Want to know what it tasted like?
It tasted like I was drinking the Sweet and Sour Sauce from a chicken dish served at the chinese restaurant next door. I kid you not.
It was….interesting. I didn’t NOT like it, but I’m not sure I liked it, either.
Sipping this drink, the name of which I cannot recall, I found myself wondering ‘What the hell was this bartender thinking?’
And more importantly, ‘How on God’s Green Earth did the Manager think this was menu worthy?’
I think a Macaroni and Cheese Martini would have tasted LOADS better, and not had nearly as much tongue burn.
I hate tongue burn when I’m having a cocktail.
My Captain smirks and assures me that Beer never gives tongue burn.
I’ll take his word on it.