Budweiser & Clamato: A Review

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

I can't believe this thread is nine pages long.

You people disgust me.


<3 Eve

[Triple Zero]

MY first warning was when EoC said he had something "Special"
Was he trying to kill me again?  Sure my directions to the grocery / booze depot had been sketchy

speaking of, ATTN SUU: please to scan + post the grocery list I left at your place (it's probably on your desk somewhere).

my navigation poor, and the U urn I busted in front of the casino patently ILLEGAL

Are U-turns that bad over there? I remember on Tuesday when we had just rented our car (a Hyundai TUCSON, ominous, big, automatic transmission and produced in South Korea--a True American Car), Schwarzwaelder Kirschtorte turn left at the exit of the TF Green Airport rental lot, where she should have turned right. Suu informed her, and since the traffic was completely clear and the layout of the road seemed to allow it, she made a U-turn right there on the road. Sure, it's not really allowed, but Suu was all like , how big of an offense is this, anyway?

Apart from that, though, she was probably the neatest driver in three states, which might have had an effect on our surroundings, because really, we didn't have much trouble with any of the horrible kind of bad driving we were warned against. Only thing was sometimes when you need to change lanes, people won't let you until the very last possible moment. But that's a cultural thing, German drivers will always let you go in between in front of them, if you just signal them, even if it's super busy, they'll be super nice. Dutch drivers can be assholes. New England drivers can be somewhat worse, yes. There's a huge difference with Vermont vs Providence/Boston too. We didn't have any troubles in Vermont at all. Though that might also be because there aren't any big busy city traffic roads in VT.

We also thought that the traffic in NYC was much milder than we'd expected. As well as general busyness on the streets. I had expected at least some of the streets would be like that "Woman in Red" scene from the Matrix where you have to wade through a sea of people. Now we didn't actually get to Times Square (no time, too many interesting things to see elsewhere), we did get very near to it, and many other places including the streets around Broadway and Wall Street, which were quite busy, but not that busy. Nothing like the Herestraat* in Groningen, a broad pedestrian-only busy shopping street, where you do have to avoid people every few steps, especially on Saturday afternoon. (Okay maybe a few times in NYC it was busy like that, the Herestraat mostly looks busier because it's much wider than a sidewalk, it looks a lot like Chuch Street Marketplace in Burlington VT)


*yet another piece of Big Dutch Trivia: The street Broadway in NYC was initially named "Heerestraat", after this street. Then renamed to "Breede weg", then literally translated to "Broadway".

First impression, upon imbibing was "Bloody Mary".  IT turns out this was jsut my brain trying to shield me from the true horror.

With each successive sip, I got less the sense of a morning beverage, and more the sense of three clams having a disco and horrible sweaty clam sex in an insufficiently rinsed pan of tomato sauce. I drank police mace later, and the taste finally remitted from my besieged palette, and the pain numbed my mind of the knowledge of what a golden shower from a Deep One would be like.

You know, I think I could have actually drank my entire can, it wasn't that bad, except for the part where everybody around me went URRRGH all the time, and the part where there were much more delicious things to drink (like Richters Medium-strength version of Weapon X and bright yellow cans of Harpoon Summer Beer).

I had one drink of the Clamato. A single swallow. My reaction was that it didn't horrify me as much as it really should have. Then again, I drink beer. I drink tomato-based vegetable juice on a weekday basis as part of my diet. The only thing that could scare me in this blasphemous concoction was the clam juice, which I honestly didn't notice at the time.

It was the salty part. Kinda like how you should add Worcester-sauce to tomato juice.

I kinda wanted to mix it with a shot of your Strong Weapon X, which I think would have been very good (replacing the Tabasco that's also required in a good glass of tomato juice). I just wasn't sure enough that I wanted to risk wasting your fabulous firewater.

I still regret that we didn't save a can to sneak into the scrambled eggs the next morning. It would have been wrong, but also EPIC. We would have gotten reaction shots when we revealed the "secret ingredient."

This folks, is leln in a nutshell.  Bibliographical fury and culinary excellence one moment, horrible, subtle evil the next.

Your sister is AWESOME. 

Yes

And yeah, it probably would have been very good in the scrambled eggs.

Or in a stew, or perhaps reduced into the red pasta sauce, or something.

You should try an OysterMeister.

I'm sure you can figure out what the ingredients are.

Speaking of, Cramulus is now the proud owner of a bottle of Weduwe Joustra Beerenburg. Which is like Jaegermeifter, except it's not as sweet and sticky and doesn't taste like cough syrup but actually tastes very nice.

[Eater of Clowns]

This weekend I spotted the offensive and beautiful Bud/Clamato concoction in Anchorage.  Of course, I bought the large can.  They had a Bud Light version a well but that's just stupid.  One needs have standards, after all.

It was accompanied by a number of delicious local beers and a Four Loco because fuck it.  At PD's great advice, we saved the can until the morning, for extra breakfast calories and hangover combat.  I think it's safe to say that Frozen Chosen, Alty, and Pirate Hooker agreed with the general consensus of OH GOD WHY, WHY WHY.  I, again, finished the can.

A bald eagle flew overhead not long before the cheleda breakfast.  I cannot say for certain that these two events were connected, but I also cannot say that they were not.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

A bald eagle flew overhead not long before the cheleda breakfast.  I cannot say for certain that these two events were connected, but I also cannot say that they were not.

[Don Coyote]

A bald eagle flew overhead not long before the cheleda breakfast.  I cannot say for certain that these two events were connected, but I also cannot say that they were not.

[Salty]

The 2nd taste was by far worse than the first.

Also, that four loco? If a watermelon jolly rancher had an asshole, and it was particularly filthy with jolly rancher filth...yeah.

[Eater of Clowns]

The 2nd taste was by far worse than the first.

Also, that four loco? If a watermelon jolly rancher had an asshole, and it was particularly filthy with jolly rancher filth...yeah.

Well I wasn't complaining, mostly because right before the hike where we carried pounds of empty beer bottles and other gear, I gave away our only water supply to an old man teaching his granddaughter how to fish.

Thus, Four Loco and Heineken were our only sources of hydration for the length of it.