for two years it has been my dream to be a caesar critic. you can think of me as a terrorist of sorts, who will find fault in every drink i consume. today is the first day of the rest of my life. today is the first day i start searching for the GREAT ONE. join me.
@mundizzo and i enter the irish times with one agenda - to drink a caesar (one big sip at a time). we sit ourselves down at the two available bar seats and the words leap off my tongue just like they have so many times before; 'i'll have a spicy caesar in a pint glass with a lightly dusted rim and extra beans please'. the waitress didn't hesitate. @mundizzo made a nod of agreement that he'll have the same.
the service was prompt. steph the bartender was warm and lovely - i could taste her delicate touch in each big spicy sip. one lemon wedge, one lime wedge, three horizontal beans for easy snacking, a bamboo sword stabbed through two big olives (extra salt please!), a large 8" black straw, and a rim with just a kiss of salt...caesar boner!
it really is too fucking bad that the irish times can't sort out their bean quality control! one of my three beans was so stringy i couldn't even chew through it. holding back my rage, i stopped myself from freaking out and smashing my caesar on the floor. though painful, i guess these kind of mistakes are forgivable. i hate being wronged by a beverage.
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this caesar was tall, rich, and voluptuous - and gave off a great first impression. unfortunately the overall experience was much like the embrace between two 15 year old lovers at a high school dance... awkward. score: 82/99. no, i will not marry you.
shout outs to brad, preston, stan, and clay for the good company. special thanks to @mundizzo for picking up the tab (your ability to spend money that you don't have on food and beverage after travelling and being unemployed for two years is astounding. i love you.)
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