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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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Belmont Brewing Co. A Bloody Mary with a View.

by The Drunken Tomato on February 22, 2013

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in 3 Celery Stalks, California

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Everyone needs “that bar.”  The bar that you don’t have to think about, the bar with that special bartender, the bar you start your night at before going to all the other bars—the default bar, your bar, that bar.  Whether it was the now defunct River City Saloon in Portland, High Dive in Brooklyn or [...]

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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Dempsey’s. Dark and Salty.

by The Drunken Tomato on February 27, 2012

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in 1 Celery Stalk, New York

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Oh so not good at all.  The Buzzed Assassin and I had just come from a delicious, light and very fresh brunch at Prune (see reviews here and here) and were wandering the East Village in pursuit of just a bit more day drinking.  Nothing was really tickling my fancy but Dempsey’s was close 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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Geneva, Switzerland. Thirst Unquenched.

by The Drunken Tomato on February 16, 2012

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in 1 Celery Stalk, 1.5 Celery Stalks, 2 Celery Stalks, International

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 [...]

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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Dick’s Hideaway. Worth Discovering.

by The Celery Stalker on December 21, 2011

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in 4.5 Celery Stalks, Arizona

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Phoenix, Arizona. In town for some celerystalker business (not as creepy as it sounds, I swear). Work responsibilities were finished by 2 o’clock and a Friday afternoon bloody mary was most certainly in order before the flight back to la la land. After some quick research, I found myself at a place called Dick’s Hideaway. [...]

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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