Bistro Bijou

[unpredictablebijou]

I've got some Poteen I tried that straight nearly blew my head off!! How about a story of what we used to get up to in the RAF ... One scenario would be that one person would buy the drink made up from whatever concoctions he could think of and the second person had to drink it some rotters used to put vinegar in !! Another would be traffic lights I can't remember all the drinks that made the colours except the green would be creme de menthe one of the guys actually turned green and had to be rushed to hospital with alcohol poisoning then when he recovered he was put on charge for self inflicted abuse!

That is an evil game, to be sure.

But 'self inflicted abuse' is an excellent phrase.

bj

 

[the Snood]

Best thing: some 85-year-old Glen Morangie from cask. Gods and Thunders!

Worst: A cement mixer - or as I call it, a blow job. A "bonding ritual" with one employer. I shudder at the memory.

Had I been sober, I'd not've drank the final pint an' an 'alf o' liquor of the quart total and three pints o' Guinness that I drank on THAT day.

Hmmm... it's a toss-up. You decide:

Drinking vino with the crew of a military aircraft - in flight. 'Twas an Italian Air Force 'plane, and when the sack lunches came out, so did the wine. The pilot had only a small glass, but a meal's simply not a meal without it. It was very - human, and a testament to a reverence for the joys of life which is all too rare.

or

Italians again, this time scientists. When five o' clock came, away were put the lab instruments and out came the violins, flutes, mandolins, pots, pans, foodstuffs and wine. Right there in a lab in a hut in a frozen waste we drank, cooked, drank, danced, drank, sang and drank 'til Gods alone knew when.

Snood, geek of the plains

 

[the Snood]

Just Snood, thanks.

Hi'll 'ave a pint an' a pie, if you please. Wha'ever's the 'ouse brew'll be fine, I'm sure.

 

[Angeline]

Just Snood, thanks.

Hi'll 'ave a pint an' a pie, if you please. Wha'ever's the 'ouse brew'll be fine, I'm sure.

Here. Have some blueberry ale. It's blueberry season in Maine. It's good, really.

I'm about blueberried out. I just made a blueberry pie and for dinner I made pork medallions. The pan sauce called for rosemary and dried cherries, but I only had dried blueberries. It came out great though.

You're from the Plains, eh? Then I'm sure you've met our hostess.

 

[unpredictablebijou]

Here. Have some blueberry ale. It's blueberry season in Maine. It's good, really.

I'm about blueberried out. I just made a blueberry pie and for dinner I made pork medallions. The pan sauce called for rosemary and dried cherries, but I only had dried blueberries. It came out great though.

You're from the Plains, eh? Then I'm sure you've met our hostess.

Quite possibly one of my many weird friends. I talk about this place more than I talk about 'real life' these days, to everyone who will sit still. And when they move nervously away, I follow them and keep talking.

You're all my imaginary friends.

I'll answer my own survey with this story. Years ago at a very laid back camping event, we had managed to string four or five hammocks, and our whole group kicked back in those and camp chairs all that perfect night. It was early September in Kansas, which means the day had been hot and the night was clothing-optional perfect, a light breeze, skin-temperature. We had a bottle of Damiana liquer, the kind that comes in a bottle shaped like the Venus of Willendorf, and we passed it round slowly all evening. There were a few trays of food out - crackers and cheese, good bread, fruit. We talked about everything, the sort of deep conversation that only generally goes on between two or three people. But this was an exceptional group, and the topics were everywhere, amusing, painful, beautiful.

Someone eventually noticed that there was an odd light toward the East. We thought perhaps it was a distant ballpark, but wasn't it a little late for a game?

It was the sun. A whole night had passed and we'd been so deeply into each other that it seemed only an hour, maybe two.

Gorgeous memory. And Dionysios approved, I think.

bj

 

[the Snood]

Thanks for the pie, although I'd expected pork. With the blueberry ale it works as a meal fit for a bloke in need of a meal.

A salient fact of the plains is that they're large.

Both Chicago and Oklahoma City are on the same bunch o' plains.

Can't say8 moreew now; I;m busy chewinfg...

 

[Angeline]

Quite possibly one of my many weird friends. I talk about this place more than I talk about 'real life' these days, to everyone who will sit still. And when they move nervously away, I follow them and keep talking.

You're all my imaginary friends.

I'll answer my own survey with this story. Years ago at a very laid back camping event, we had managed to string four or five hammocks, and our whole group kicked back in those and camp chairs all that perfect night. It was early September in Kansas, which means the day had been hot and the night was clothing-optional perfect, a light breeze, skin-temperature. We had a bottle of Damiana liquer, the kind that comes in a bottle shaped like the Venus of Willendorf, and we passed it round slowly all evening. There were a few trays of food out - crackers and cheese, good bread, fruit. We talked about everything, the sort of deep conversation that only generally goes on between two or three people. But this was an exceptional group, and the topics were everywhere, amusing, painful, beautiful.

Someone eventually noticed that there was an odd light toward the East. We thought perhaps it was a distant ballpark, but wasn't it a little late for a game?

It was the sun. A whole night had passed and we'd been so deeply into each other that it seemed only an hour, maybe two.

Gorgeous memory. And Dionysios approved, I think.

bj

We're real missy!

What was the survey question? (Don't make me read back to find it. Lol.)

Your out-of-it-forum-moderator,
A.

 

[unpredictablebijou]

We're real missy!

What was the survey question? (Don't make me read back to find it. Lol.)

Your out-of-it-forum-moderator,
A.

Actually, you're an excellent moderator. Psychic, even. Cause you've given me a fabulous opening line to announce that I've been off tweaking Bistro Post #1 again, adding links to things, including that very set of questions, as well as some fine historical archiving, if I do say so myself.

So, y'all. *announcement voice* if you haven't checked out that introductory post in a while, I encourage you to go look. I've been finding cool things that happened and bookmarking them for a while now.

We're heading toward our 200th page here. That makes me kinda happy. And more than a little honored that I started something that developed into such a kind, cool place to be. All I did was have the idea. Y'all did the rest.

gratitude. And very nicely done, o Fabulous and Psychic Mod.

bj


eta: real indeed. Entirely too real for my own good, I'm afraid, since I'm desperately in love with several of you and can't possibly live everywhere at once.

 

[Tzara]

• The best thing you ever put in your mouth: Was the chestnut puree topping the pork loin at a restaurant in Vancouver, BC, many years ago. I still dream about it. But, if we are talking about alcohol, I might say Laphroaig.

• The most regrettable thing you ever put in your mouth: Laphroaig, later that same evening. Why I no longer drink Scotch whisky.

• Something you did while drunk that you would not have done while sober: Proposed. Not to the missus, but to an earlier error in judgment. The Object of My Affection said "yes," but fortunately after some time changed her mind.

• Some experience with alcohol that was so positive and correct it stands as a testament to the fact the Dionysios is the god of love, friendship, hospitality and group harmony as well as the god of booze: Eating Kahlua slopped over vanilla ice cream. It is what they are serving in Heaven.

 

[Eluard]

I've got some Poteen I tried that straight nearly blew my head off!! How about a story of what we used to get up to in the RAF ... One scenario would be that one person would buy the drink made up from whatever concoctions he could think of and the second person had to drink it some rotters used to put vinegar in !! Another would be traffic lights I can't remember all the drinks that made the colours except the green would be creme de menthe one of the guys actually turned green and had to be rushed to hospital with alcohol poisoning then when he recovered he was put on charge for self inflicted abuse!

Hey UYS, you're a Raffie!! My parents were both in the RAF and met and married there. (I'll bet you were a super-popular RAFFIE too.)

 

[Sara Crewe]

The best thing you ever put in your mouth:the scotch on the weekend might be at the top of the list now

The most regrettable thing you ever put in your mouth: beer-- more than anyone my size should ever have when I was 16. I have never been able to drink another one--ever. Moonshine would be a close second. yeah. The real deal. Smellin' like paint thinner 'n everything.

Something you did while drunk that you would not have done while sober: danced on the bar in a city I had just arrived in about an hour before in front of my best friends (slightly prudish--I know--weird huh) and a room full of people, mainly from Australia. Got off said bar and danced with more people than I can remember, kissed two different people, received one marriage proposal, one indecent proposal, went back up and danced more on the bar, didn't fully comprehend what, "wanna go for a walk on the beach meant" when asked by three strange men and probably would have gone if not for aforementioned prudish friends. Here's my fav part of this though...one of the guys was a little pissed to have lost his easy target and yelled out from a block away," Mother fucking American girls--never put out." I yelled back much to the horror of my friends, "We are mother fucking CANADIAN girls and yes we do just not with dickheads like you."



Some experience with alcohol that was so positive and correct it stands as a testament to the fact the Dionysios is the god of love, friendship, hospitality and group harmony as well as the god of booze: See above experience.

 

[unpredictablebijou]

The best thing you ever put in your mouth:the scotch on the weekend might be at the top of the list now

The most regrettable thing you ever put in your mouth: beer-- more than anyone my size should ever have when I was 16. I have never been able to drink another one--ever. Moonshine would be a close second. yeah. The real deal. Smellin' like paint thinner 'n everything.

Something you did while drunk that you would not have done while sober: danced on the bar in a city I had just arrived in about an hour before in front of my best friends (slightly prudish--I know--weird huh) and a room full of people, mainly from Australia. Got off said bar and danced with more people than I can remember, kissed two different people, received one marriage proposal, one indecent proposal, went back up and danced more on the bar, didn't fully comprehend what, "wanna go for a walk on the beach meant" when asked by three strange men and probably would have gone if not for aforementioned prudish friends. Here's my fav part of this though...one of the guys was a little pissed to have lost his easy target and yelled out from a block away," Mother fucking American girls--never put out." I yelled back much to the horror of my friends, "We are mother fucking CANADIAN girls and yes we do just not with dickheads like you."



Some experience with alcohol that was so positive and correct it stands as a testament to the fact the Dionysios is the god of love, friendship, hospitality and group harmony as well as the god of booze: See above experience.

oh most excellent.

I've been noodling on the "regrettable experience" part. I suspect most recently, it was that when I got Victor Continental's autograph on my breastage, more people saw it than would have, had I had fewer Guinnesses in my system.

[random segue]
All this talk of manicures the other day got me thinking. I don't paint my fingernails all that much. Mostly, I can't keep from messing with them and they end up looking awful. No self-control, y'know. But the toenails are painted pretty much perpetually. Generally in iridescent Hypothermia Silver.

Sara, I remember comparing colors with you at one point long ago. Seemed we were into the same shades: drowning victim blue, that sort of thing.

ohai you've got mail.

bj

 

[Sara Crewe]

oh most excellent.

I've been noodling on the "regrettable experience" part. I suspect most recently, it was that when I got Victor Continental's autograph on my breastage, more people saw it than would have, had I had fewer Guinnesses in my system.

[random segue]
All this talk of manicures the other day got me thinking. I don't paint my fingernails all that much. Mostly, I can't keep from messing with them and they end up looking awful. No self-control, y'know. But the toenails are painted pretty much perpetually. Generally in iridescent Hypothermia Silver.

Sara, I remember comparing colors with you at one point long ago. Seemed we were into the same shades: drowning victim blue, that sort of thing.

ohai you've got mail.

bj

I usually can't keep it on my fingers either. They are too busy ...doing things. Toes are currently painted raspberry blood. The sicker sounding the colour the more I like it.

I see it.


Yay!

 

[unpredictablebijou]

I usually can't keep it on my fingers either. They are too busy ...doing things. Toes are currently painted raspberry blood. The sicker sounding the colour the more I like it.

I see it.


Yay!

I generally just make up my own color names. Whoops. Colour. But they're usually shades of lavender and silver and light blue. Goes with my skin.

yay yourself.

bj

 

[champagne1982]

• The best thing you ever put in your mouth: Pouilley Fuisse 1986, I had some for a birthday dinner. mmmm The apple crisp that went with it was nice, too.

• The most regrettable thing you ever put in your mouth: Screech, during a party with some Newfies.

• Something you did while drunk that you would not have done while sober: Told a really large, angry man off and then got in a cab to go home.

• Some experience with alcohol that was so positive and correct it stands as a testament to the fact the Dionysios is the god of love, friendship, hospitality and group harmony as well as the god of booze: Drinking lime margueritas topless, on a beach, just as the sun disappeared into the forest.

 

[loststar]

hi
life sucks, get used to it

I'll take a glass of deep red wine, and a chunk of choclate, and if anyone wants to trade services, I am in desprate need of a massage, although I think this offer only stands for the men, I cant ever seem to get the gals to push hard enough, well I'll be in the corner if anyone feels like trading services



I have a tribe, I have a tribe, I have a tribe, I have a tribe, I have a tribe

faint ginggling heard in background

 

[LadynStFreknBed]

My new story posted.. and is already being trolled. That has to be some kind of record. It could only have been up for 15 minutes or so.

Well, anyway, if you want to check it out:
Modern Fairy Tales Ch. 12:
Little Red Riding in the Hood

-Sheila


....damn trolls...

 

[sassynyc]

1.) The best thing you ever put in your mouth

a. (alcohol related) I get a fresh ripe pineapple and cut it into large wedges. I
place the wedges in a large jar, fill it with vodka and seal it tightly. I let it marinate in the fridge for up to a week. It's just wrong for anything to be that good. After the pineapple is finished, your vodka is flavored, so you can do tons of stuff with it.
One being, to sweeten with a little simple syrup and toss with a fresh fruit salad. Who says drinking can't be healthy?

b. (don't ask for the measurements on this. I just pour...I have a good eye, even better when I'm seeing double) For the actual drink: mix the reserved vodka from the pineapple, champagne and pineapple juice. Make sure all ingredients are already cold. I wouldn't desecrate this with ice. Only share with people you reeeally like.

2.)The most regrettable thing you ever put in your mouth

Aside from that god-awful Everclear (which you could run your car on), there is Sisqo and Mad Dog 20/20. They have the nerve to make the latter in assorted flavors. My only excuse being, when I was a teenager, left to my own devices, I'd have sucked the alcohol out of a stick of deodorant. Let's not forget E&J brandy (affectionately referred to as "Eazy Jesus" around the way). E&J is actually good stuff.....just not on an empty stomach. Which is how I had it on my first try. Went down completely smooth. Repeatedly. Then I got up....and the ceiling and the floor decided to switch places on me. Bastards. Fortunately, I've accrued better sense with each birthday.

3.)Something you did while drunk that you would not have done while sober.
Outside of getting sick or passing out, I've never done anything while drunk, that I wouldn't do while sober. Being drunk merely shortened the timeline on the execution.

4.)Some experience with alcohol that was so positive and correct it stands as a testament to the fact the Dionysios is the god of love, friendship, hospitality and group harmony as well as the god of booze.

The first truly intimate conversation I've ever had with the guy who is now my best friend, happened over a couple of drained bottles. We've been spilling our guts to each other ever since.


If either of us goes into politics in the future, we're either automatically on the others payroll, or marked for immediate elimination.

 

[LadynStFreknBed]

1.) The best thing you ever put in your mouth

a good mudslide

2.)The most regrettable thing you ever put in your mouth

white russian

3.)Something you did while drunk that you would not have done while sober.

Oh, a bunch of us piled into my car and I let someone else drive. We went out to Ft. Indiantown Gap and drove my little Chevette into a restricted area, which was a steep, rocky hill. The car got stuck a few times.

4.)Some experience with alcohol that was so positive and correct it stands as a testament to the fact the Dionysios is the god of love, friendship, hospitality and group harmony as well as the god of booze.

hmmm... I'm stumped on this one. I've only had very bad things happen to me when I'm drunk.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

I've just set fire to the frying pan I've flambéd unintentionally !

 

[PandoraGlitters]

Eek, UYS! Hope you have good ventilation!

1.) The best thing you ever put in your mouth

Lewd responses aside, I would have to say a very large olive in a dirty martini after a challenging day at work.

2.)The most regrettable thing you ever put in your mouth

Again, lewd responses aside, a piece of canned squid ::shudders::

3.)Something you did while drunk that you would not have done while sober.

Talked to an English professor about sex while watching the Rob Lowe tape.

4.)Some experience with alcohol that was so positive and correct it stands as a testament to the fact the Dionysios is the god of love, friendship, hospitality and group harmony as well as the god of booze.

During a party, surrounded by many friends and drinking liberally, about 18 of us were in the basement where two of my male friends were making out. Then a female friend of mine began rubbing my back and someone started rubbing hers until we had formed a backrub train. Within about half an hour, all 18 people in the basement were nude and cuddling, stroking, enjoying one another. Four of us slept in my bed together and went out for a very jolly breakfast the next day.

 

[LadynStFreknBed]

3.)Something you did while drunk that you would not have done while sober.

Talked to an English professor about sex while watching the Rob Lowe tape.

You watched the Rob Lowe tape?

Yes, I guess we do some pretty crazy things when alcohol flows...

 

[Homburg]

1.) The best thing you ever put in your mouth

Sheridan's Liquer. It's a two-part bottle with a coffe liquer in one portion and a cream liquer in the other. Decadent, incredible, and freaking hard to get here. Second to that would be McEwen's Scotch Ale, before they were bought out. $24-30 a six-pack, but totally worth it. Nectar of the gods wrapped up in a dark ale-y goodness. Third to that would be Almondencia, or something like that. It was an almond tequila, tasted truly incredible, and is likewise impossible for me to find.

2.)The most regrettable thing you ever put in your mouth

Peach motherfucking schnapps

*retches violently*

3.)Something you did while drunk that you would not have done while sober.

Whip cream + stripper. The next morning was truly horrible, as I woke up clean sober (stunning considering how drunk I was previous) with no hangover (as usual) and immediately came close to yarfing due to the dried whipped cream and eau de stripper that was ALL over me. Oh, it was the most horrible smell and taste ever.

4.)Some experience with alcohol that was so positive and correct it stands as a testament to the fact the Dionysios is the god of love, friendship, hospitality and group harmony as well as the god of booze.

Nope, none. I've never had such an experience. I tend to avoid alcohol though, and can count the number of times that I've been honestly drunk on one hand with a digit or two left over.

1) An awful night spent with Southern Comfort in college
2) Peach motherfucking schnapps
3) Eau de stripper and whipped cream, after a full six-pack of McEwen's Scotch Ale, and somewhere past a half a bottle of some awful, cheap, nasty vodka (I didn't taste it, I just smelled it the next day)

I've had probably that many minor drunks, and a handful of solid buzzes. I do not like alcohol, nor the effects of it on me. I've always heard it was a personality enhancer. For me, crazy things occur, as the aspect of my personality that it enhances is self-control. I'm not better at it, but I am frikken obssessed with it when drunk. As a result, even when sloppy drunk and ready to pass out, I can walk a straight line, speak without slurring, and carry on an intelligent conversation (at a "thoughtful", ie slow, pace).

And the big reason why I don't care for alcohol? I remember everything I do, and everything that happened around me, the next day. The waters of lethe do not accompany Dionysus' gift.

 

[unpredictablebijou]

I'm loving the answers to this particular survey! Y'all might actually get the assignment to write a poem about booze for the bistro fridge.

Did everyone see the announcement yesterday that I've tweaked all the links in the first Bistro post? Go check it out; there are some hilarious things marked now.

I'm running on about 5 hours' sleep today so I'll be a little tangential, but I'm at least present and accounted for, and not hung over.

And loststar, poor shiny object, keep the faith. We're here if you need us.

Bonjour, et bienvenue.

bj

 

[Homburg]

I'm running on about 5 hours' sleep today so I'll be a little tangential, but I'm at least present and accounted for, and not hung over.

bj

Pfft.

1.5 hours. And did eight hours of driving today. My misery e-peen is enormous.

=P