Welcome to the whiskey-fueled ranting of a Portlander-for-life and a recent inductee hailing from Seattle, WA. It is highly unlikely that you will find anything of value, and not a single word written here should be taken seriously. You WILL however find biased opinions, drunken banter and the pure, unadulterated rage from two Northwest culinarians. Enjoy.

07 January 2013

A Recipe For Disaster

5 parts Pineapple Juice,
1 part Malibu Coconut Rum
1.5 parts Bacardi 151 Rum


Let me just say something about Caribou Lou's:


Any drink that completely masks the tepid flavor and flammability that burns like the fire from a thousand suns that is Bacardi 151 is clearly made for one sole purpose: to cause as many blackouts and incidents of alcohol poising as possible. One simple and tasty drink holds the power to transform a night of fun and friendly libations into a torrent of angry, incoherent mumbling, falling down, tackling random strangers, and other zombie-like behavior.

Bacardi 151 should never be consumed by anyone, ever. Why this drink was even invented completely defies all reason and necessity. With all the other alcoholic options out there, who says to themselves, "yeah, jet fuel, that's what I should be drinking..." Although, bringing it along on a camping trip will almost guarantee a nearly uncontrollable campfire, which can be fun, in and of itself.



The moral of this post: Bacardi 151 is more useful for setting shit on fire, or stripping the paint off the walls  than it ever will be as a beverage. Do yourself a favor and keep as far away from this vile substance as you possibly can.

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