So in the not too distant past, I found myself in an exquisite land filled with endless pots of fondue, ubiquitous mounds of chocolate and, well, haughty French folk. Yes, it was Geneva, Switzerland. The second most populous city in Switzerland, home of the Jet d’Eau and that giant flower clock that is so strangely [...]
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.