The CookHouse, Lake Shasta. A Crap Bloody Mary.
Okay, kids. This is going to be a down-and-dirty, to-the-point kind of post. I’m up to my ears in moving boxes, and my desk is currently covered in all sorts of random ass things, and quite frankly, after reading this post, you’re probably not going to visit this joint anyway. I was hungry. I was thirsty. I’d been driving for a good two and half hours without stopping. Google directed me to what looked like a well-reviewed spot overlooking Lake Shasta. And someone, somewhere, had mentioned a good bloody mary at this place called Tail O’ The Whale. But when The Celery Stalker and I arrived, that place was no longer, and the building merely said “The CookHouse.”
The menu looked shitty, and I couldn’t find anything on the internets about this newly formed CookHouse. But I decided to go with it anyway. Have I mentioned I’ve been making poor decisions lately?
Well, the bloody mary was crap. I mean, I drank the thing. But it was crap. Campbell’s tomato juice, a little bit of Tabasco, a little Worcestershire, salt and pepper... and that was it. Well, probably some crappy ass vodka, too. I’m not even going to waste your time by trying to describe this drink any further. I mean, I guess I can applaud them for not just going straight for the Mr. and Mrs. T’s. But if you can’t make a decent bloody mary, maybe a mix really is the way to go.
Also, the food was crap. It looks fine. But it was crap.
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