I do more than just drink

Sometimes, especially times when I’m sick, I can’t remember what to do.

Right now, for example, I’m basically lost in a haze of TheraFlu (strips, MINTY).

We had big plans to paint the house today.  We even went to Lowes and bought drop cloths and rollers.

But then we got sidetracked at Grace’s Tavern.

Grace’s recently was listed as the best bar in the city by Philadelphia Weekly.

This is both an honor and a scary thing for an honestly great neighborhood bar.

I’m a little too old and a little too tired to be a hipster, so I rarely (read never) take advantage of the whole cool nighttime scene there.  The hubster and I enjoy Grace’s most on a quiet Saturday afternoon, especially one we had previously promised to painting or some other equally worthy project.

Saturday afternoons at Grace’s also mean we can comfortably enjoy one of the best daytime drinks in the city, Jamie’s Bloody Mary.

Recipe as observed

Ice

Black Pepper (freshly ground on top of ice)

Horseradish (1 teaspoon)

Worcestershire (2 teaspoons)

Hot sauce (2 teaspoon)

Mustard (little squirt)

Salt-mix (celery etc.)

Vodka (rail)

Tomato Juice (small can)

Shake it like a cocktail and pour over olives on a stick.

(note the addition of mustard and the lack or lemon juice.)

Rum Bamboozle

Sometimes, when you’re really really sick, with a terribly sore, sticky throat, you don’t even hope to feel better.

Nothing helps.  Not TheraFlu, not your husband’s prescription-strength ibuprofen.

Sometimes your only hope is that you can drink a little and simply care about the pain less.

This was my strategy last night when we dragged ourselves to the lovely L2.

Imagine my surprise when I saw not my usual Liz or David, but some interloper.

You see, when death has seized you by the throat, the one person you really REALLY want to recognize is your bartender.  This new face left me feeling dubious – at best.

But what was that????

Newbie is actually an old-school barkeep from the eighties…okay….

Oooo Newbie has a mane, Derek, and not only that, Derek is offering up his award-winning Rum Bamboozle!

Could this be my panacea? Four rums, four juices and a little sprite…in a PINT GLASS!

Derek, you didn’t cure my ailments, but after being bamboozled, I couldn’t care less.

I hope you enjoyed my rendition of “Gonna Soak up the Sun”  or whatever it’s called.

I’m pretty sure the neighbor’s loved my homeward-bound serenade, but if not, they have you to blame.

Powerful punch, that rum bamboozle.