Kiddie cocktails

This, dear readers, is Owl Meat Gravy's second guest post on Midnight Sun. Enjoy:
Apparently they used to sell candy cigarettes years ago (before the liberals ruined the world).
Ah, think about it: Coming home after a hard half-day at kindergarten, putting your little feet up and dragging deep on a candy Pall Mall. Yeah, puffing out a swirl of powdered sugar. That's living.
Recently I saw a gruff older man (reminiscent of the psychotic father from American Beauty) order a root beer at a bar.
Rebuffed, he barked out, "A Shirley Temple then!" I had to look. Standing behind him was a twitchy boy, maybe 13. I could read his mind: "I hate you, Dad, I hate you, Dad, I hate you, Dad."
Why would he do that? Get the poor kid a soda, not an emasculating trip to the 1930s.
So what's the deal with kiddie cocktails? As far as I can tell they haven't changed in 50 years ...
There's the Shirley Temple: 7-Up (Sprite) and grenadine. Then there's the Roy Roger: Coke and grenadine.
Can't we come up with something more current?
The idea of feeding your antsy kids super-saturated sugar drinks with extra red sugar seems like pure madness. But why teach your kids that it ain't a party without a cocktail? Sure, they are going to get worse messages from the media. But still.
I think the French have a much better idea: Give the kids some watered-down wine. It teaches them how to drink responsibly and best of all – knocks them out cold. Zut alors!
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Categories: Bars & Clubs, Owl Meat's Tipsy Tuesdays



Comments
I get the incessant begging for virgin smoothies, daquiris and other frozen drinks. I know the bartenders hate to make them. But many restaurants advertise them well to the kiddies. Hey, why sell a $1.25 soda when you can get a parent to shell out $4.99 for some fruit juice and ice.
I've seen other places "toy up" their drinks. Glory Days has a "Shark Bite" which is basically the aforementioned Shirley Temple with the grenadine placed into a plastic shark. The kids get to "bloody" the water. The also have one with a lizard and some green sugar water (I think they use green apple cosmo mix).
Posted by: Rich B | April 27, 2009 9:38 AM
When I was a kid, we'd buy a ton of candy cigarettes from the ice cream man in the summer, then wait for winter to "smoke" them when our breath was visible, and looked like real smoke. I don't think we were fooling anyone, but we thought we were really cool.
Posted by: CantonKate | April 27, 2009 10:17 AM
Owl Meat Gravy,
Explain "Zut alors"
Posted by: GDA | April 27, 2009 10:34 AM
Zut alors = something French people say that I think is funny. Imagine Pepe Le Pew seeing a sexy black cat with a white tripe. Zut alors! Like, damn! Holy mackerel. Something like that.
Best drink order ever: someone insisted on ordering a virgin frozen maragrita. $6.95 dumbass.
Posted by: Owl Meat Gravy – B>) | April 27, 2009 10:47 AM
I'm pretty sure I am reading this entry as the Sun tacitly endorsing underage drinking.
Posted by: JTK | April 27, 2009 11:01 AM
Zut alors = something French people say that I think is funny. Imagine Pepe Le Pew seeing a sexy black cat with a white tripe. Zut alors! Like, damn! Holy mackerel. Something like that.
Best drink order ever: someone insisted on ordering a virgin frozen maragrita. $6.95 dumbass.
Posted by: Owl Meat Gravy – B>) | April 27, 2009 11:02 AM
I remember the candy and gum cigarettes, the Pall Mall box was "Pell Mell." Loved that first 'puff' of powdered sugar with the gum cigs.
Why didn't the gpa order the kid a Roy Rogers then? Still a kiddie drink but much less embarrassing.
Posted by: Neighbor | April 27, 2009 11:32 AM
Why is the guy dragging his kid around to bars with him?
"Zut alors": y'all need to meet Pierre to fully appreciate that phrase. Maybe sometime this week...
And for reasons I don't understand, candy cigarettes are a no-no, but Big League Chew bubblegum is still ok.
Posted by: Bucky | April 27, 2009 1:12 PM
It was the bar in a restaurant where people were waiting for a dining room table. I doubt that he hangs anywhere with his kid given his clueless behavior.
I'm pretty sure I am reading this entry as the Sun tacitly endorsing underage drinking.
WHAT? I don't endorse any such thing. I'm pretty sure that France is another country.
Posted by: Owl Meat Gravy – B>) | April 27, 2009 1:58 PM
My dad would always order me a Shirley Temple when I was little when we went out to dinner. I hated them.
My grandmother had soothed my teething pains by dipping a pacifier in anisette (which explains my love for sambuca, ouzo, absinthe, etc.). At home, I was allowed to drink a little wine, and he always gave me the gin-soaked olives from his martini --but often when his back was turned, I would take a sip or two of his beer, his martini or his G&T. You can understand my confusion and disgust when faced with Shirley Temples during restaurant dinners.
Finally one evening, as my dad ordered me yet another Shirley Temple, I told the waitress "Excuse me, please, but I'd rather have something else." "Of course, honey" she replied, ready to write down milk or juice. "What would you like?" I leaned against the back of the banquette and said " A very dry martini with three olives, please."
My dad loved to tell that story. My mom, not so much.
Posted by: YumPorchetta *◄:o)╥╥~ | April 27, 2009 3:12 PM
Somebody loves Photoshop
Posted by: Amanda C | April 27, 2009 3:45 PM
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Posted by: Owl Meat Gravy – B>) | April 28, 2009 11:16 AM
It's not a cocktail/mocktail, but we serve the kids Martinelli's Sparkling Cider as our "celebration" drink at home. Actually, sometimes I have it, too!
Posted by: Kate | April 28, 2009 12:45 PM
My son has never been a soda drinker, but he did venture a sip of my niece's Shirley Temple once and declared it, "okay for a fizzy drink, but too girly." So the waiter told him that there was a drink for boys called the "Buzz Lightyear." He thought that was okay and ordered it. (It was indeed a Shirley Temple by another name.)
One night weeks later, he decided he wanted to order it again and asked the waiter (different restaurant) for a Buzz Lightyear. The waiter took a step back and gave us a horrified look. He didn't say anything, but kept staring. So I said, "A Buzz Lightyear -it's like a Shirley Temple, but for boys.
The waiter took a deep breath and smiled. "Oh, good," he said. "I thought he was ordering a Bud Light."
Posted by: PlainJane13 | April 28, 2009 12:58 PM
Oh, OMG, how could you...Here I am, leaving the comfort and security of D@L to provide you with support by posting, and you respond by stirring up hysteria.
Posted by: YumPorchetta | April 28, 2009 2:59 PM
Oh YumPo why you gotta be like that? Don't take your tiara and leave in a huff.
Thanks, that was an excellent anecdote. Will D@L let you back across the border?
But you know I love stirring up hysteria.
Posted by: Owl Meat Gravy – B>) | April 28, 2009 4:35 PM
You daft cad, sullying Lady Yummington's honor like that.
Shall I dispatch manservant Griffin Tong to throttle him?
Posted by: Lord Marmalade | April 28, 2009 5:00 PM
What is the significance of your url yumpo? It leads nowhere. Is that a statement on life in general?
Posted by: Owl Meat Gravy – B>) | April 28, 2009 6:02 PM
I don't know. Last time I tried, it meant the Walk of Shame.
Lord M, I appreciate your defence of my honor. No physical violence is necessary at this time. Please relax with a Pimm's Cup and prepare for the yodeling competition tomorrow. You are England's last, best hope for the title.
Posted by: YumPorchetta | April 28, 2009 6:10 PM
"...why teach your kids that it ain't a party without a cocktail?"
The only way you don't teach your kids that it ain't a party without a cocktail is not to be ordering or having one in their presence. Remember you most effectively teach is by example and they will notice and question moments of hypocricy.
Given social mores, you really need to teach them how to indulge with responsible moderation when with others who do. Partaking in one or two can enhance the moment, getting really hammered is stupid, reckless, and behaving badly.
Posted by: GDA | April 29, 2009 4:25 AM
YumPo, great story! This reminds me of my first taste of a martini when the family was gathered at my uncle's house. My father expected me to make a "yuck" face and was quite upset when I smiled and took the martini away from me very quickly.
Posted by: Dahlink | April 29, 2009 6:54 AM
OMG, yes, I wanted to see if by chance it would lead somewhere unexpected. Of course it didn't.
Posted by: *◄:o)Yum~ | April 29, 2009 11:01 AM
Thank you, Dahlink. Parents are always surprised, aren't they? Even though it seems more often than not that kids like the taste.
Posted by: *◄:o)Yum~ | April 29, 2009 11:06 AM
Someone has a blog on mocktails for kids.
http://en.wordpress.com/tag/kids-cocktails/
What's wrong with people? I saw a birthday party fr a dog yesterday.
Posted by: kate | May 3, 2009 2:07 PM