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The Pint House. Upscale and Fiery.

by The Drunken Tomato on April 19, 2013

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in 3.5 Celery Stalks, California

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I like hockey games.  I like the fights, the fans, the overpriced beers and the loud sounds of sticks, pucks and body slams.  I like soft baked pretzels with nacho cheese, and I especially like the long time tradition of pre-game drinks.  So before a recent Anaheim Ducks game, I made my way to a [...]

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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Burger Bar. Savory, Sweet Burgers and Bloodys.

by The Drunken Tomato on March 1, 2013

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in 4 Celery Stalks, Nevada

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I love Las Vegas.  I love the bright lights, the big shows, the hope and despair, the people watching and the stench of stale cigarettes and cheap sex.  I love the black truffle everything, the sprawling buffets, the $17 martinis, the comped well drinks, and most of all, I love the orgy like sense of [...]

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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Vintage Vine. A Five Celery Stalk Bloody Mary.

by The Drunken Tomato on February 6, 2013

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Before I consumed copious amounts of nacho cheese, beer and various carb filled foods, I set aside a very important part of my Superbowl Sunday morning to enjoy a nice, homemade bloody mary.  Now, I have heard that this is somewhat of a tradition for some.  I personally try to partake in my own bloody [...]

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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Carthay Circle. Pickle Brine Meets BBQ Bitters.

by The Drunken Tomato on November 30, 2012

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in 4 Celery Stalks, California

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So I’m new to Southern California.  I’m new to 80 degree days in November, to eight lanes of 80mph freeway traffic, to white sneakers and early morning spin class.  I’m new to plastic surgery coupons, and I’m new to brunch before noon.  And it’s, well, different.  After living in New York City for six years, [...]

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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Kenny & Zuke’s. Carpe Diem.

by The Garnish Gobbler on October 29, 2012

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in 3.5 Celery Stalks, Oregon

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When the Drunken Tomato comes to town, misadventures just happen.  It is a fact of life I have come to accept, cherish, and even relish.  And of course, misadventures beg recovery.  So it came to pass that she and I arrived at Kenny & Zuke’s in downtown Portland, a bit after the breakfast hour. We [...]

About The Garnish Gobbler

For him, it is not a quest or mission. There isn’t a higher calling, a divine purpose behind his actions. He simply enjoys drinking and writing. And why shouldn’t he? Armed with nothing but thirst and brutal honesty, the Garnish Gobbler sets forth to join our team of misfits on their drunken misadventures. Though not seeking anything specific, he knows when he has found a good thing, and will let the world know. When not drinking Bloodies, he throws back whiskey, and continues to write. His personal blog is full of musings, stories, and general frustration. Read it here .

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Tasty n Sons. Wonderful Whiskey.

by The Garnish Gobbler on October 9, 2012

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in 4 Celery Stalks, Oregon

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On Sundays, before you go home and really evaluate your decisions of the night, before the fog clears from your head revealing all that has happened to the light of day, there is the time honored tradition of brunch and bloodys.  This past weekend, at nine in the morning, the sun barely beginning to warm [...]

About The Garnish Gobbler

For him, it is not a quest or mission. There isn’t a higher calling, a divine purpose behind his actions. He simply enjoys drinking and writing. And why shouldn’t he? Armed with nothing but thirst and brutal honesty, the Garnish Gobbler sets forth to join our team of misfits on their drunken misadventures. Though not seeking anything specific, he knows when he has found a good thing, and will let the world know. When not drinking Bloodies, he throws back whiskey, and continues to write. His personal blog is full of musings, stories, and general frustration. Read it here .

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The StillRoom. RIP.

by The Drunken Tomato on August 23, 2012

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in 4 Celery Stalks, California

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I had been mulling over what I thought was a semi-genius, artfully entertaining way of reviewing my bloody mary at The StillRoom.  It involved something along the lines of trying to explain those things that seem completely unexplainable.  I thought about a fellow I once met who told me he didn’t like movies.  I thought [...]

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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Five Leaves. A Hurricane of Flavor.

by Spice Girl on August 8, 2012

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in 4 Celery Stalks, New York

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My brunch plans this weekend included a trip to Five Leaves, the hip and happening spot in Greenpoint, one of my favorite neighborhoods to wander around on the weekends.  I had been told really great things about this place, so I was pretty excited.  Everything on the menu looked amazing, including the three choices for [...]

About Spice Girl

I’ll tell you what I want, what I really, really want… As a self-proclaimed spice addict, Spice Girl joins the Drunken Tomato and friends in their constant quest for spectacular Bloody Marys. Using her father’s tried and true recipe, she searches for any establishment that can outdo her own magnificent creation. Whether it be at brunch, during football games or any time of day, Bloody Mary is her poison and her mission clear: to seek out the brew that burns but doesn’t blaze. The taste with a tantalizing tang. The swallow with the savory spice and sizzling sensation. The potion with the perfect proportion of piquancy. The concoction with a kick. The libation that leaves a lingering litany of love. Zest and zip. Inset additional alliterative adjectives here… Follow me @SpiceGirlNYC

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Hash House A Go Go. Purely American.

by The Celery Stalker on July 3, 2012

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in 4.5 Celery Stalks, California, Nevada

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As the 4th of July approaches, it seems fitting to reflect on the traditions of this country and its people.  Of course it’s appropriate to think about things like freedom, fireworks and Will Smith, but what we really embrace on the 4th of July is eating and drinking.  One of my favorite aspects of the [...]

About The Celery Stalker

My dearest future Mrs. Celery Stalker (currently Miss Bloody Mary), I want you to know how important you are to me. Your flowing celery leaflets and glistening fruit juices drive me wild. And I often lose myself just thinking about consuming your every last drop. If you do not believe me, allow me to show you my shrine of the many high resolution pictures I have taken in your honor. I also want you to know that I will always protect you from the evils of the world, such as bottled mixes and overwhelming horseradish. You will never have to fear such horrendous evils, as I am skilled in the fine art of celery spearing. But every time we say goodbye I fear you will forget me. Please know that I will never forget you. From your barest form to your most elaborate dressings, every element you add to yourself is recorded in my mind, and I recall these images more frequently than you could imagine. I want to know you, my dearest Bloody Mary. I want to experience you in every corner of the world and maybe even take you to one of those risqué build your own bloody mary bars. Oh how delightfully sinful that would be! But please understand this. We are made for each other. Wherever you are, I will find you. I will endlessly pursue you and you will be mine. Don’t try and fight it. I cherish your salty rim. And I wait for the day we can be together again. Always yours, The Celery Stalker

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