Gazpacho. Literally. I could almost begin and end the post with that. But I’ll elaborate. I’d been eyeing the bloody marys at Fig for quite awhile. With a Bloody Maria, Classicy Mary, House Mary, Foie Mary and Tomato-Watermelon Mary on the menu, I couldn’t help but think the best. I mean, organic, locally sourced, creatively cultivated [...]
With reckless abandon, I travel the world drunkenly imbibing bloody marys from the darkest corner bars to the brightest outdoor cafes, in search of this magnificant cocktail. I do this not so that I may gain the knowledge of but a fractional piece of the bloody mary pie, but rather, I do this so that my experiences can hopefully one day inspire you to continue on with this quest. I understand it is the journey that fulfills us. And for me, that journey lies within my epic crusade for the ultimate bloody mary.