So I was having a bit of trouble writing this review. I mean, I read the Buzzed Assassin’s concise, yet eloquent analysis of our bloody mary mission. The ins, the outs, the twists and turns, the hymen references and all. I agreed with the good Assassin that my bloody mary (in this case called the Chicago Matchbox) was “rounded [...]
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.