Thursday, July 23, 2009

It is B52 time!!

Me and me whiskers in San Marino's "1st tower"

For over a decade now, Wensworth and I have had a traditional sundowner when aboard: the B52. Especially when we visit a country or capital therebefore unknown to us, we shall try to order a B52. So as I was stomping up the hills and alleys of San Marino, I thought to myself, "Whut-ho, this is exactly the kind of spot to enjoy one of our traditional Foreign Capital B52s!"

So I went to a nice bar on one of the alleys, and asked for the drink. Unfortunately the bar-tender knew not of what I was on about. So I explained the ingredients, and he happily set about to mix me the concoction.
Again, unfortunately, I failed to tell him the method of mixology, so he proceeded to pour the ingredients over ice, and shake vigorously. Here, then, is my first ever shaken, not stirred, B52 with bits of ice! A nice enough drink, as it happens, but not a proper B52. Oh well, what we must suffer for science and exploration!

Shaken, not stirred!

So later I found meself in Monaco, or Monte Carlo as the italiand call it (Monaco, apparently, could mean München, which was not where I wanted to go...). After making a killing at the Casino, it was once again time for a sundowner.

By this time me moustache was desperately trying to make an escape...
(perhaps it wanted back to the Casino, in the background?)

Unfortunately the first couple of bars had trouble understanding such magickal mystical ingredients as "Kahlua", but the third time was the charm. Curiously the fellow "built" the famously layered drink into a rather narrow whisky sniffer. Also, he acted hastily, causing the Baileys and Cointreau to mix, which caused a somewhat unappetizing chemical reaction:

Monte Carlo style!

When back in Rome, it was time to do as the Romans do. Actually our little tradition dates back to a certain bar in Rome, back in the previous decade/century/millenium, so as a curious lark I decided to see if the good olde watering hole was still in business. Alas, it is! The Big Hilda bar/cafe still operates in Trastevere! They had done away with the fat Hippopotamus in their logo, but otherwise it is much the same bar. They even have the B52 right on their drink list. As I chatted with the barmaid about (lack of) hippos and what-not, she expertly built the drink into a cocktail glass and lit the Cointreau on fire! Ah, brings back memories of ye goode old tymes!

This is how it is done, with a straw and Cointreaou on fire!

A big Thank You to the Big Hilda for a good drink!
That is all for now. Until next time, drink responsibly!

Ta ta
Paddlewick