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 

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 

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 

Originally, this drink was supposed to be another random “choose my fate” drink, where a couple of my friends pick an ingredient each and I have to take it. Without knowing what the other person picked, they chose Wild Turkey, Southern Comfort, ginger ale, and pomegranate juice. Unfortunately, I got stuck trying to order this at an unnamed chain restaurant that really likes one day of the week and has random crap all over the walls. This meant that they didn’t have 3 out of the 4 ingredients. So not wanting to let anyone down, the drink became Jim Beam, Southern Comfort, 7up, and grenadine. The bartender himself walked the drink over to me, smiled, and said, “This just smells gross.” Success.  Read 

By the 1700s, gin shops comprised over half of the drinking establishments in England. This drink looks like runoff sewer water that has been sitting in those pipes since then. The surprising thing is that instead of tasting like that sewage, it actually tastes like a sweet, fruity, strong beer.  Read