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Oct/25/2007
Frida Kahlo Tequila
Set ‘em Up, Slam ‘em Down (Latino Edition)
By Dan Dunn

Variety is the spice of life, as well as the basis for one our favorite regular features: Set ‘em Up and Slam ‘em Down. In this week’s Latino-flavored installment, we say to hell with all that “beer before liquor, never sicker” crap — here at Imbiber Headquarters we mix and match without trepidation. Besides, it ain’t what you drink that causes hangovers (or worse), it’s how much. So please drink responsibly — and by that I mean don’t be a Britney!

Mahou beer ($9 per 6-pack) — Your Imbiber spent some time searching for romance in Spain in the early 90s, and fell head over heels for that country’s most popular brew. Only recently available in the U.S., Mahou (pronounced “Mow”) is a pale and creamy lager from Madrid, with a taste that evokes memories of bright Sunday afternoons in Retiro Park. For those who’ve not been to Retiro, think Boston Common but prettier and with a whole lot more Spaniards than usual milling around.

Frida Kahlo tequila ($50) — Shortly before she died of a pulmonary embolism in 1954, the famed Mexican artist Frida Kahlo wrote in her diary, “I hope the exit is joyful, and I hope never to return.” Well, dying wishes be damned, because Frida is back — in the form of a delicious premium tequila noticeably devoid of the extreme bitterness one could rightfully expect
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from a woman who spent the bulk of her adult life in chronic physical pain and married to a notorious 300-pound serial adulterer (Diego Rivera) who once slept with her younger sister. On a happier note, Frida Kahlo tastes fab in a margarita!

Cabana Cachaca ($35) — Cabana is one of the finest examples of Brazil’s rum-like, most popular spirit. Try some in a Brazilian Wax cocktail, which is equal parts cachaca and pineapple juice on the rocks with splashes of club soda and triple sec.

(The see this column as it appeared in Metro click here)

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Sep/13/2007

THIS IS OUUURRRRRR COUNTRY!!!
By Dan Dunn

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Opportunistic politicians and pitchmen have been dropping the word “folks” around like campaign buttons lately. They do so in the hopes of winning the hearts and minds…er, wallets and votes of the “folks like me and you” that John Mellencamp warbles on about in those ubiquitous Chevy commercials. Our President is fond of referring to us citizens as folks, as he did repeatedly during a recent visit to the hurricane-ravaged Gulf Coast region. Though in the faux-down-home Dubya lexicon the connotation isn’t always so downright neighborly. In fact, just last month Bush opined that the “same folks that are bombing innocent people in Iraq were the ones who attacked us in America on September the 11th.” These folks, I imagine, are not the same folks to whom Chevy is trying to sell pickup trucks.To read the rest click here...
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Wisdom To Be Thankful For

Nov/27/2006
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We recently celebrated Thanksgiving, a tradition dating back to the early 17th Century when the Pilgrims celebrated a successful harvest by inviting their Native American neighbors over for supper, then massacring them and stealing their land. In the spirit of “give and take” passed down by our ancestors, The Imbiber is GIVING some friends an opportunity to share the most important lessons they’ve learned about the Drinking Life, while TAKING a respite from the grind of serious spirits reportage. My best advice to you, friends, is beware the freakin’ Pilgrims – they’re ruthless SOBs, especially after they’ve been boozing. Here are some other nuggets of wino wisdom:

“Bright blue is not a color that should ever appear in your glass after you've passed the age of six.” – Terry Sullivan, contributing editor, “The Malt Advocate”

What this world needs is more tolerance and understanding – just ask the Native Americans – so with that in mind, Terry will be receiving a bottle of Hypnotiq, a mixture of vodka, cognac and fruit juices that is as blue as the holiday season is long.To read the rest click here...
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The debut of "Stuff We're Diggin'"

Oct/04/2006
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First off, thanks to everyone who wrote in offering compliments about the new Imbiber website (www.theimbiber.net). Your kindness is much appreciated. This week the team and I are introducing a new feature called “Things We’re Digging Proper.” Here’s the rundown:

--We’re digging the new 24-ounce bottle of Red Stripe ($2.99), a revolutionary concept that combines the great taste of Jamaica’s most famous lager with the average American’s penchant for gluttony. Looks great in and out of a brown paper bag.

--Gin is the new vodka, which was formerly the old rum before it used to be whisky. I know, trying to stay current is confusing as hell, but check this my fellow hipsters: Bulldog London Dry Gin ($27.99) is hot. Like, Jessica Biel’s booty hot! Forget the tonic, though, and really go for it in a dirty martini.To read the rest click here...
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No Good Load Goes Unpunished

Aug/23/2006
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The Imbiber spent the better part of a decade at a prestigious east coast university/technical institute, where I learned one or two things about the writing profession (pertaining primarily to punctuation) and several thousand lessons on the do’s and don’t’s of beer drinking? Or should that be the “dos” and do’nts” of drinking! Whatever.

Ah, the good ole’ college days. Remember them? Yeah, me neither. I’ll tell you, my friends, college students are the worst sort of drinkers. They’re young and pretty and horny and usually very stupid. And when you add cheap beer to the mix, well, the result is often so much fun that they hardly even notice the slowly decaying corpse of the school mascot duct-taped to the sofa at the frat house. Yep, we’ve ALL been there before …

Most men tend to calm down as they get a little older – say, fifty. But no matter how “mature” a guy becomes, there are still times when it is impossible to escape one’s inner frat boy. When that happens, at best, you escape with a nasty hangover and the nagging suspicion that your wife thinks you’re a buffoon. At worst, those moments are a prelude to divorce. Here’s how the latter scenario might play out:

10:15 a.m. – Kiss your wife lovingly as she heads off to yoga class. Promise you won’t drink too many beers this time and that you’ll be home right after the big game. To read the rest click here...
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