He's built like a sh*t brickhouse! I mean a sh*t . . . I mean a brick . . . whoops

[sovay]

Out of the contents of derspatchel's drinks cabinet and in honor of Mordecai Heller, I finally made and drank a Bunny Hug.

It didn't put me under the table (and we didn't pour it down the sink, as advised by The Savoy Cocktail Book), but I think it reintroduced Rob to his sinuses. I should probably fudge the proportions next time and use less absinthe, since the whisky and gin mostly serve as backup when equally distributed. It would all have come out of somebody's bathtub originally.

Cardullo's now carries the full range of Fentiman's, shandy and rose lemonade included. I have a bottle of the latter in the refrigerator. I plan to go back for the tonic water.

There are no words to describe Brian Blessed on QI.

Knock wood. This week didn't suck, either.

Comments

[sovay]

Do they mean whisky or do they mean bourbon?

I have no idea. The gin was Bombay Sapphire; the whisky may have been some kind of bourbon. I don't remember the absinthe's name. (I didn't get its phone number, either.)

The best mixing tonic is Schweppes Indian Tonic; I tried the Fentiman's stuff and found it much like Sprite. YMMV.

I just like quinine. My favorite soda is bitter lemon. We found some of that, too.

[negothick.livejournal.com]

The title of your post reminded me of a wonderful malapropism I heard today from a friend, whose co-worker once said "He fell for that girl like a ton of pricks."

[sovay]

"He fell for that girl like a ton of pricks."

Wow.