OF ALL PLACES, the Old Absinthe House (no link deserved) should know better than to perform the "fire ritual." It's as bad as going to the Pilsner Urquell brewerey and having them insist on you doing a beer bong, or maybe ordering a Chateau Lafite Rothschild at Taillevent and having it served in a pimp cup mixed with Orangina. It seems all I can do is be that asshole who points out that people are doing it wrong. I wonder what's worse-- being converted to a daiquiri bar or submitting to the crapsinthe sham?
Friday, April 24, 2009
Old Absinthe House-- WTF?!
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Sunday, January 25, 2009
Radio Maria: Cut It Out!
Spotted this flaming absinthe shot shot on Flickr, taken at Radio Maria in Champagne, Illinois. There seem to be fewer new photos getting tagged with "absinthe" on Flickr than a few months ago; curious if the economic meltdown has made people hesitate when considering a $12 drink or >$60 bottle of booze.
And while the lab hardware fountain looks nice, the reservoirs are too small to properly water even a single drink.
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Wednesday, December 17, 2008
You're DOING IT WRONG!! FIRE + Absinthe = WRONG!!!
I've been a slack blogger lately-- what to say, now that absinthe is legal?!
Well, one thing for sure: YOU'RE DOING IT WRONG!!! I subscribe to a Flickr feed of all absinthe-tagged photos, and it seems like the "fire ritual" is the way most people are getting absinthe served to them. GAH!!!
It's as if beer was suddenly back after a long hiatus, and people forgot how to drink it, so everybody's drinking it out of a funnel because they just don't know any better. [sigh]
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Sunday, June 01, 2008
PAS DE FEU!
Seriously-- do NOT burn absinthe! And tell everybody!!! It's a waste of good alcohol, plus it means that the terrorists have won! Save your flaming booze for Sambuca, Bananas Foster, and burning your face off...
Posted because Unkle Paul announced a party in August-- the FIRST thing I saw when I attended one of his events was absinthe on fire. The corset-wearing pierced and tattooed bartender sincerely related how the fire makes the absinthe louche. GAH!
