Halloween Drinks Preview 2008

10.27.08  |  by Cory

With Halloween being the drinking holiday that it is for so many of us, we decided to make 4 shots to celebrate the holidays. We’ll review each one after we take them, but they are listed below so that you can try them on Halloween and let us know what you thought.  Read 

Chemical-X

 |  by Josh and Cory

We continued our weekend of chain restaurant bars and swingers dive bars by heading up to Santa Barbara to visit my brother for the night. The subject of our blog came up which led to him telling us he had invented a shot just recently at one of his local bars. Story goes that he and some buddies wanted to come up with a dare shot and the bartender convinced my brother and three of his friends to each write down an ingredient on a piece of paper. Two of them were to pick some straight liquor, one pick a liqueur, and one a mixer. Amazingly, this idea is essentially what our blog was based upon, which gives us hope that all you kids out there are searching for great dare shots just like we are. Their ingredients ended up being tequila, scotch, melon liqueur, and Rockstar. The shot was given the name Chemical-X, due to its bright green glow and potential toxic side effects. Upon hearing this news, we all agreed this was a perfect opportunity for us to test the downtown Santa Barbara bar scene with this shot.  Read 

Tuxedo T-Shirt

10.26.08  |  by Cory and Josh

If phrases make it into the dictionary, somebody please tell Webster’s that they need to add “shit show” stat. I guess I can work with shitshow or shit-show, but honestly I want to see that word in the dictionary right next to “shibby.” Anyways, in case you couldn’t tell already, our weekend was described by multiple people affectionately as a shit show. And fair enough urban dictionary for informing me that shit show is an antiquated term. I’m already thinking of a shit show 2.0 for future posts, so there. Have I said shit show enough yet? Shit show. Oh yea, there was a drink somewhere in here. This weekend is going to be split between the two drinks we created and one we reviewed (it’s called a lifestyle for a reason). So, here is our little southern delight, Tuxedo T-Shirt.  Read 

Red Horseman

10.13.08  |  by Cory

This shot is what happens when 10+ people are sitting around a table, watching a brave few take a “dare” shot (Tuxedo T-Shirt), only to have them say it wasn’t that bad at all. Of course, being the creator of AFOV, I was the person chosen to take an even worse shot to make up for the let down that the Tuxedo T-Shirt was as a gross shot. I finally feel like people are understanding my role here. My new shot was Jagermeister®, Goldschlager®, 1800® Reposado Tequila, and a splash of Hpnotiq®.  Read 

Apple Royale

10.9.08  |  by Cory

Jose Cuervo. You may love him. You may hate him. But, damnit you have to respect the power. So, I was stoked (woo… assholes) when that was the first thing people picked to be in my “choose my fate” drink for the night. Of course they couldn’t just choose “Average Jose” standard Cuervo, or any kind of distinguished gentlemen Jose Cuervo Especial. No, I got their silver tequila Jose Cuervo Clasico, aka the Tijuana street vendor of Jose Cuervo, which is already at the ass-end of the tequila scale. Yay me. The other players of the night helped out a bit, but made for an odd mix: Crown Royale, apple juice, and the good Dr. Pepper himself.  Read 

190 Octane at Fat Tuesday’s

10.4.08  |  by Josh

So, this post is more of a review than an original drink idea, but I have to write about the only drink I look forward to when I head to Vegas. Normally when I head out there I immediately find a pai-gow or blackjack table—depending on how cheap I am at the moment—and proceed to order double vodkas like they’re going out of style. When for whatever reason I can’t be at a table, the Fat Tuesday’s 190 Octane is the perfect ‘get fucked up’ drink to buy. Nothing makes a fruity daiquiri crazier than being put in a giant plastic mug filled with 190 proof everclear. Being from Southern California, I would never dream of going to a bar and getting any drink with 190 proof everclear in it, so in Vegas I cannot seem to pass this opportunity up. Two $15 mugs of these and you’ll be flat out drunk, three of these and well—I guess only you know what you end up doing at that point. Oh, and I do have a story coming along somewhere here.  Read