Thursday, October 27, 2005
Some colleagues recently took me out to commemorate a milestone birthday, and here was a rare opportunity to talk to a bartender. She was early 20s, cute, perky, tattoos, etc., and admirably well versed on the classics. She had respectable formulas for Manhattans and Rusty Nails down pat, and even said the kids today order them with some frequency.
But the most popular cocktail among the 20s set is apparently the Jager Bomb. It’s Red Bull in a pint glass with a shot glass of Jagermeister dropped into it, to be chugged.
A sense of peace and acceptance descended, and I recalled a poem of Donald Justice --
Men at forty
Learn to close softly
The doors to rooms they will not be
Coming back to.
I still have nine and a half months to go before that milestone birthday, but already there are several doors I'm downright eager to slam shut, hard. The portal to all things Jaegermeister is one of them.
And, belatedly, happy birthday! Yet another reason why we owe you a call.
The jager bomb tastes just like pink bubble gum. I don't know why such a combo would produce this flavor. I wonder who decide to try this out, it's like the first person who ate an artechoke. I mean have you seen what it looks like in the ground, you get hurt before you even get near the choke part.
You're going the wrong way. As the old saying goes, "Boys drink Scotch. Men drink Bourbon."