I don't know if I'd be a big fan of some of these drinks guest poster Owl Meat has cooked up for us, but they sound pretty funny:
Moooooooooooooooooooooooom ... get me a Sunny D ... and Grey Goose? On the rocks.
Attention swizzlers, guzzlers and dribblers, here's a new trend – comfort cocktails. Like comfort food, they use flavors and ingredients from childhood to recreate mom's tasty refreshments ... plus a little kick from Aunt Ethyl.
Amicci's bar in Little Italy has a drink called a Grown-Up Grape Soda: Three Olives grape vodka, Grape Pucker, and Sprite. It is ridiculously popular ... with men.
People must see something greater than the sum of its parts. I witnessed a burly bearded man order one and rock a sly grin like he was being smothered by puppy kisses. Yikes ...
I wrote something for Dining@Large on the enduring jones for the mutant orange dust devil of Kraft Mac and Cheese. Maybe this could all be explained by neurotransmitters and a blackboard but not today.
Enough neurophysiology .. let's make drinks:
- Daddy's Girl: Bourbon, milk, a hint of Aqua Velva and the inability to have a functional relationship with a grown man ever.
- Choking Hazard: Skittles, tequila, and Hi-C shooter
- Skew Driver: Sunny D, vodka and a scolding, "Don't leave your skateboard in the kitchen!"
- Wrong Island Iced Tea: the usual ingredients with a straw that says, "I never loved you!"
- Ovaltine-Age Wasteland: Milk, Ovaltine, Kahlua and sitting around making fun of everybody.
- Babysitter: Hawaiian Punch and rum in a glass rimmed with strawberry lip gloss
I'm starting to think that my warm fuzzy memories are a little dysfunctional. Oh well, time for a shot of Tang, mezcal and crushing disappointment – I call it the Adopted Astronaut. Cheers!