Mr. and Mrs. T’s

Post image for Delta Airlines. Bloody Marys from a Bygone Era.

I affectionately call it “The Delta Mix.”  Mr. and Mrs. T’s, two Skyy vodka minis and a lime wedge, if you’re lucky.  And on this day, I was lucky.  On an 8:00 am flight bound for Portland, Oregon, I found myself not only upgraded to business class but, more importantly, with a lime in my [...]

About The Drunken Tomato

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.

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Post image for Sweet Betty’s Bistro.  Bloody Betty, Bloody Bad.

I take my job seriously.  And by job, I mean drinking a whole lot of bloody marys and writing about it.  And by seriously, I mean drunkenly.  But back to the point.  I take my job seriously.  So when I get served a bloody mary straight out of a store bought jug of Mr. and [...]

About The Drunken Tomato

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.

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