The Job Interview at a Starbucks

Another Classic for my Archive of real life Seduction – I was inspired to bring this one back up in honor of The Daily Post at WordPress.com’s Cliffhanger Challenge.  I’m assuming this is a lot different than what most of the people have written about, and probably Taboo enough of a subject to not make it to WordPress’ top of Friday’s list (which I’m late for anyway) or their monthly newsletter, but who knows.  I like to write and some of my old stuff is just too good to let go unnoticed  (just as me I’ll tell you!); especially if you are interested in how Seduction and Pickup arts, or even Speed Seduction works. 😉 You can check out their post challenge by clicking right HERE…   But this post is LONG and informative so I will get to the point instead of rambling on.  I will just say 1 thing.  Whether or not you like this post – comment down bottom and remember to subscribe.

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FR – The Job Interview at a Starbucks
Postby Geese Howard (my old alias) » December 24th, 2008, 2:16 pm

So here’s the deal.  Today I had to go meet a guy about a possibility to work as a bartender at a New Years Eve party.  He picked the Starbucks coffee shop on Mack and Woodward in Downtown Detroit as the meeting spot.  I decided to head out like three hours early so I could meet my mom who wanted to give me something and get her Avon stuff from me since she has volunteered me without my say-so to be the middleman for her Avon lady that lives near me.  Not only that but I decided I could bring my laptop and play BarSim which is a training game for learning new drink recipes.

So there I walk in to the Starbucks and I see a nice comfy couch type chair empty, but I look to see if there’s a outlet near because my laptop is juiced-out.  So I see one but it’s full up from other laptop people and so for like 3 or so minutes I’m standing there looking around just to be sure, kinda looking like a retard.  I spot a table with two chairs and an empty outlet underneath it right across from the chair I want but still I stand there retarded hoping that by some miracle I spot the magic outlet I didn’t see in the first place.

Nothing.

So Finally I relent and decide to sit at the table with wooden chairs with the open outlet, and as I’m setting up The chick at the table in front who I thought was pretty cute when I walked in, starts crane-necking over her shoulder at me, because the outlet happens to be right behind where she’s sitting and I’m busy plugging it in.  I notice it and Kino her shoulder as I say, “Don’t worry, I’m just plugging in my laptop.  I’m not trying to steal from you.”   Cool   “I am eyeballing that magazine you’re reading.  Actually, I might want to steal it.” and she looks and realizes my vibe is cool so she smiles and starts flirting back.

Leave it to the French. http://www.huffingtonpost.fr

SO like, all I know is that she’s getting ready to leave and I just start running my mouth saying whatever – it’s funny because I always Think to myself I don’t have any idea what to say to a chick, but when I’m under the gun my mouth moves and stuff comes out.  The deal is I don’t commit to memory Too Many routines so I will just work on the fly and not have any idea what stage of the interaction I’m in.  Not that that’s good or bad.  I probably would do well to kind of work on a plan but whatever.

Now all I know is we started talking about something and during our conversation she had gotten up and started packing up while I had unpacked and sat down.  For whatever reason I think she asked me something and I said, “I will tell you.  Have a seat.” and she looked surprised but sat down.  As soon as she did I threw out, “But you can’t stay long cuz I got a lot of work to do.” And I kinda said it in my Mock-pimp voice with a smile probably.

So it’s daygame, which IMO is my bread and butter.  Club game is not my strongpoint and yet for whatever reason I feel natural in pretty much any day game environment, on the street or wherever I may find myself.  So this girl is sitting and we just do natural type Vibing where we’re talking about the shit I think the community used to say was a sin to talk about like what she does and what I do and all that shit, but it’s the way I present it that IMO makes it ok.  There’s a lot of fun convo involved.   Other than the Vibing I will actually list the things I consider routines I used.

Oh wait (rewind)… No, I remember now, I had told her she looked like a teacher when she was standing up and she said she used to teach Biology.  And I was like, “That’s so Boring!  So you like to dissect stuff like frogs or whatever.  I have a story about Biology class from when I was in high school.  You wanna hear it?”

Her:  Yea tell me your story!  (said with blatant  mock enthusiasm)
Me:  (I might have busted on her for it, I dunno but then I said) Here have a seat and I’ll tell you.

So she sat down and THAT’s what I talked about but before I went on some tangent (which as you will begin to notice I am apt to do) and every time she reminded me I was off track I busted on her and reminded her that she was a scientist and I was artistic so her linear thinking and my all over the place thinking were completely different.  Which brings me to my Tangents which happen to be the routines I said I was gonna describe above so here they are:

1.  I asked her nationality.  She said she was three different ones, German, something and something else (that’s how much I pay attention – I’m literally Terrible with names too.  But that’s simple.  If a girl has already told me her name and I forgot, when I put in in my phone I say, “How do you spell your name?” and then throw in a little humor about the spelling if it’s too normal or even if it’s not – like c&f style.)  So I use a little routine about growing up in Germany when I was little and say, “Ich Deutchsprechen nicht so gut.” which means something along the lines of , “I don’t speak good German.”  I didn’t go into the whole routine that I use because I asked her about whether she taught high school or college and immediately blasted into how I took French class and she said she knew French too; so I said, “Je parle un peu de Francais.”  I then volunteered that I knew a poem and she wanted to know it.  Off I went into the poem I memorized right from the Player’s Guide by Jacques Prevert that starts with, “Une orange sur la table…”  I love this poem btw, every set where the girl knows French will hear this and I always get a good response.  Halfway through I get the appropriate response of a tiny bit of shock and then when I finish they’re pretty impressed my the romantic finish.

2.  Somehow I seem to find a place for the following routine in about every set I do these days.  It’s my own.  Usually it has to do with me looking good for my age since I’m 35 but most days people seem to think I’m younger (when I’m duded up that is.  If not I look old like every other chode out there my age.)

I’m gonna live to be One-Hundred and Twenty.  One day I’m gonna be like this old guy (sometimes I will say, “…old Chinese guy, even though I’m not Chinese now I will somehow magically be when I’m that old…) with a long white beard (doing the hand motion to show her that I mean like really long – picture like the old kung-fu master from ANY Kung-Fu movie – but not the drunk guy or the beggar, mostly the old guys who are either Buddhist Monks aka “Venerable Abbot“ or some Bastard General of the Ching or, Oh, I got it; think Pai-Mei from either “Fist of the White Lotus” or more currently “Kill Bill”) and I will live like way up in the mountains of Tibet.  I’ll mostly sit around and drink green tea and meditate and there will be incense and candles and Ill have servants.  People will come thousands of miles up treacherous mountain trails with avalanches and all sorts of danger just to see me so they can ask me the meaning of life.  They will say, “Master, what is the meaning of life?” and I will look at them with wisdom (look at her with a wise-serious face) and say… (pause)

“What do you think the meaning of life is?”

And they will be like, “Amazing!  I have never thought of it that way before!”

So if the chick is a sassy pants and says something like, “Well what if they don’t ask you that.  What if they ask you something else like about love or their job or whatever?”

ME:  Then I will look at them and say, “The answer to that question (pause) lies truly within your heart.  You simply must learn to listen to what is says.”
(or you can just add this for fun if she’s into it by saying, “and some may even ask me other questions about their Job or Love-life and…..”  you get the idea)

End Thread.

It’s just a goofy attraction gambit I suppose.

So after my tangents and her couple of attempts to unsuccessfully get me back on track even though she was totally enjoying herself I said, “Ok now I will tell you…  Wait.  What were we talking about?” I had seriously forgotten.

She was like, “I Don’t know (mock frustration)! You were going to tell me about your biology class in high school.

So I started to tell her about how we dissected animals in biology class in high school and asked if she dissected stuff in college classes, she said yes and then complained about how she wishes the Colleges would get their Fish from a market where they were fresh instead of the old and smelly animals they usually got.  I said, “You mean like, ‘Today we are going to dissect Sushi grade salmon.’ ?”

She laughed and I started making fun of her more saying, “Maybe you should get some Sake while your at it.  No I mean all colleges should have Sake in the classroom.” and after a minute we got to my story which was;

“One day we were in Biology class and we were dissecting little baby sharks.  I was kind of a bad kid in school, and not like the bad kid who was always at counseling but I mean like a bored kid so I would make things more fun.  So What happened was I snuck one of the baby sharks out of class and when I rode the bus home later I thought it would be funny to stick the shark under the radiator.  Needless to say they thought me or my friends did it but they never knew for sure.”

Those are the only things of note I remember from the conversation.  I naturally incorporate push pull and that kinda shit during my conversations so I always just assume I used them, when I TRY to use them it just comes of Dicky because I already have a natural tendency to do it so what happens is chicks pretty much HATE me.  Chicks use to think I was mean when I was younger because I used the Push-Push technique.  I only learned half the lesson apparently.

So I found out that she was only in town till Jan 6th so I said, “You seem cool.  I gotta get back to work but we should maybe get together.”  Then we talked a little more and I tangented off the subject on purpose.  Then noticed she was still lingering after she had stood up and I kinda let her on purpose to gauge her interest and finally SHE said the Ross Jeffries line, “So how do you want to go about this?”

ME:  “I’m not really into that whole number thing (Sensei) but I’ll tell you what.  Tonight obviously sucks and there’s the holidays but how about…”

Her:  “Friday…”

ME:  ‘Yea…  I mean It’s a super busy week for me but I could meet up Friday.”

And we went from there to set up the day2.  I got her number as a technicality and then we chatted some more and that was that.  IMO If she’s there its for Sex because her and I both know that She’s only in town for a short time.    Cheesy  Of course when she asked, “Is this you, ###?”  I said yea, just put in there Hot Stud Guy (Sensei).

Meanwhile I just now got a call from HBThaiRestaurant who I’m pretty sure has a boyfriend but went on a day2 with me before the holidays which I did heavy makeouts with but no !close…  Yet.  Fucking GREAT kisser.  Before kissing her was totally not attracted to Asian chicks but now it’s like I’m all about it.  Sexy.  Can’t wait to have my head buried between her legs among other things.

So then not too much later and I was playing BarSim and simultaneously these guys in the coffee shop are all trying to get me Bartending jobs for some reason.  I simply told them I was meeting a guy who wanted me for a Private Party for New years and that I used to work at Asian Village until it closed and that the last 2 places I worked at sucked so I quit and so this one guy is calling his buddy who manages a Bar Louie and another cat is taking my number so he can give it to the place his buddy is at that he happens to be on his way to.

After a bit everyone leaves but me cuz I got a bit to go and so I notice a really well dressed black girl go by and her ass was just like, “HEY, Geese.  Look at me!!  I’m a Nice Big Ass!”  (I like all sorts of things about girls – a HUGE list)  I didn’t open her or didn’t even think about it at first.  What happened was this:  My back has been hurting lately (seems like once every six months)  which means it’s time for a Massage – as a matter of fact I had been on the phone earlier calling to find a Massage therapist but I’ll get into that later.  At this point I was studying and my back was starting to bug me so I stood up and took my right arm and held the shelf next to me on my right and was basically stretching my back by turning.  As I was doing it the cute black girl was walking by and I said, “Hey.  Grab my other arm and push.” and sure enough she did.  And she kept doing it till I stopped her which was, I dunno what you call it, that one word that means she’s doing what I want her to.  So I sit and keep talking to her about shit, “Wow you’re strong.  Are you a wrestler?”

Her:  No.
Me:  Are you a Boxer?
Her:  No. (smiling)
Me:  Are you a UFC Fighter?
Her:  No I’m just naturally strong.

And then I noticed she was lingering.  To test it I kinda hinted that she was on her way to do something but that she seemed fun to talk to.  It was like a choice to give her and she still lingered so I kept plowing (that’s my Method:  The Geese Howard Double-Reppukin Plow Method™ ®)  This set went well too so I said, “You seem cool (the Cage – I think it’s referred to) so we should maybe talk some more sometime after the holidays.

Here’s the thing.  I know it’s just getting a number but in this case it’s like she knows what I’m after.  She probably even suspects it’s her ass.  My X said that I put off ‘the Wolf” even when I’m not trying to.  It’s just natural and I think that it’s a good filter, but was TERRIBLE when I was Mr AFC First Class because I would just walk around with Wolf Vibe and No game to back it up.

So HBFacePlant (think about it) shit-tested me.  “Wait.  How old are you?”

ME: What do you mean?  How old are you?
Her:  20
Me:  Oh.  You’re as old as the last girl I dated.  Well…  I mean she was a couple girls ago but still.
Her:  Why, How old are you?
Me:  17.  I just look a lot older.

Then we talked for a bit and I threw in a couple pauses and yet she stuck around.  I was sitting down and she was still standing there so I commented on it.
Me:  Well you’re still here for some reason.  So It seems like you’re thinking about it.
Her:  I just wanna know how old you are?
Me:  You don’t ask people how old they are!
Her:  What?  Why?
Me:  It’s bad business.  Besides.  No one can tell how old I am.  People give me everything from early 20s to 40.  Why do you like older men?
Her:  Yea but not TOO much older.
Me:  Is that what you think or is that what society and what others expect from you tells you to do? (PS I Love NLP)
Her:  Ooooh!  (she liked it)  Now you’re gonna throw that at me…
Me:  You’re not dealing with some (can’t remember the words I used but something similar to Scrap-Noob, but  in regular people jargon though)

So long story short We exchanged numbers but I didn’t time bridge.  I guess I’ll see where it goes.
So I’m back to my Mixing drinks.  For some reason I can remember how to make a Sangria from scratch and about every classic Martini, Manhattan Rob Roy and shit like a Pink Lady and Grasshopper but I couldn’t remember easy shit.  I put club soda in a Surfer on Acid instead of Pineapple and kept fucking up the Bay Breeze and Sea Breeze and for some reason I kept putting Whiskey in an Irish Coffee instead of Irish Whiskey.  Then I started reading a book and in the book it was talking something about Survival and Replication and some guy who was married then divorced and didn’t feel cool or comfortable because he saw people hugging each other and wanted revenge…  Or something like that.  And then I went to the bathroom, and when I came back out with the key to take back to the counter I saw…

Another Ass!

But this time it was a bit smaller and more shapely and yet attached to a blond girl who’s face I did not see.  However, where I got the key just so happened to be right where she was standing and so I went to put the key back and though she really was not in the way I still managed to kino her arm lightly as I said, “Excuse me, love.”  and put the key down.  Then I returned to my seat.

I really did just want to keep studying and not be bothered with sets.  I promised myself that I would focus on my studies only and not worry about women. I started to reload the Barsim and all the while my brain said, “Did you see that Ass on her?  Her face was cute too.”

And before I knew it I was back up and on my feet and peeking around at the girl suspiciously while she was wondering to herself (probably?) Why is this guy all of a sudden behind me sticking his face in my face and looking at me suspiciously?

Me:  Amy?  Is your name Amy?
Her:  No.  (But she was smiling.)
Me:  Oh.  Where are you from?
Her:  I live right around here.
Me:  Oh ok.  Nevermind.  (then I was leaving – I pretended – I suppose body rocking)
Then
Me:  Wait…  (I smiled a smarmy smile) Were you at a party last Saturday in Ferndale?
Her:  No…  (more smiling – I mean she had to know what I was up to right?)
Me:  OhhhK.  I thought we might have made out at a party.
Her:  You thought?
Me:  Well I was pretty drunk.
Her:  Nooo.  Wasn’t me..  (still smiling)
Me:  Well you would remember if we did because you would be all like, “That was the most AMAZING thing ever!!”

And she laughed.

We chatted for about thirty more seconds in a flirty vibe kinda way and then the line moved.  She stepped up to the end and said, “Well the line is moving this way if you wanna step with me.”

Me;  No.  I’m gonna go sit back down if you wanna chat on your way out.

On purpose.  It’s that whole thing about, why can’t I think of the stupid name of it?  Um  Survival… Replication… AMOG…  Transition…  Duplicity…  Consistency…  Value…  Attention… Attraction…  COMPLIANCE..

That’s the one.  Compliance.

And so back to work I go figuring if she was interested she would do the compliance thing so she could survive on my replicator some day.

And so I figured it would look dumb for a guy to be studying bartending drinks when he’s supposed to already be a great bartender and the truth is I’m rusty but when a guy is throwing a New years party with 600-1000 people coming the last thing he wants to hear is, “I’m rusty.” so I went back to reading about having a girl on both arms would cause other girls to come up to me in a club and say dumb things like “Hi, what’s your name?” or “I don’t like that necklace you’re wearing” or “Excuse me, do you know any cool places to go around here?”  and that if I played my cards right I could have sex with her TONIGHT!!

“Blah, blah, blah…” I hear a female voice talking and I’m not paying attention so I have no idea what’s being said but I look up from my comfy chair and there’s the blond with the nice ass who has stopped by and is talking to me.  To be honest I have no idea how that interaction went specifically because there was a vibe.   That’s all pretty much.  One thing I do remember is her telling me about shit she was going to do or something and I stopped her and said, “Wait.  Are you asking me out on a Date?  I mean I know I’m really attractive and everything but that’s pretty forward for a girl.  I mean unless you were a drunk girl.  I notice that girls always expect guys to do most of the work, but then when you get drunk you’re like, ‘Fuck it!’ and you just get all forward.

I quick closed her but in a social circle way.  I said there’s usually cool stuff me and my friends are doing and that couple of them are promoters and that I could invite her out.  (“Hot Stud Guy” once again – I wasn‘t too sure about the PU101 cats or Lance Mason aka Sensei but I listened to some audio thingies they did and there was some quality shit in it – Value!!  I still think of K-Mart whenever I hear that word:  Value.)

I think her and I both know what’s up but it’s the way I decided to play it.  I used to have crappy phone game but now every time I get on the phone with some chick they are like, “You have a great personality!” or “You give great phone!”  and the funny thing is I have NO idea when it happened.  It just did.

And that brings us to me wanting to drive through a Mother of a Snowstorm to go find some Thai food. I was almost there and my phone rang.  I answered it and this sexy-female voice said Hi, is this Ron?  I was like, “Yea who’s this?”

Her:  This is HBSensualMassage
Me:  Oh yea.  I talked to your friend this morning…

Here’s the deal.  In the morning my back was killing me and I needed a motherfucking massage.  I recently saw an episode of Curb Your Enthusiasm where Jeff sets up Larry with and appointment for a massage with a chick whom Jeff says is “Really Good!”  Larry goes and get’s the massage and the chick asks him if her would like her to finish him off.  He’s retarded, #1 and #2 he’s dazed out from the massage and #3 he’s like AFC style Married and yet he says “Yes” not knowing what that means.  She starts giving him a hand job and he’s into it for a split second but then reality hit him and he freaks out.  For the rest of the episode he’s all worried he cheated on his wife and that she’ll find out.

So I decided that if I’m going to pay for a massage it would be pretty cool to get one with a happy ending just to see WTF.  I’ve never paid for sex in my life but this technically would be a massage.  I figured if the price was the same as a normal massage I totally would.

Her:  My Friend?
Me:  Yea on the phone…  Oh wait I called a few different places so maybe you’re someone else.  So I guess I was looking for a massage and someone told me that the people running Ads in Real Detroit were like massages but then I would get the happy ending.  I mean, What’s the deal?

She explained it to me and got all naughty right away but I mean – come-on, I knew she was figuring I’m like the average Scrap-Noob that calls in and has to pay for female attention.  She’s like,  “I give you a full body massage and you can play with my boobie and I’m super attractive and BLAH BLAH BLAH and I cut her off.  Look, I have girls I can do that with, but the main thing I want is to know if you can give a good massage.  My back is killing me.  How much do you charge for all that?

Her:  $200
Me:  $200!?  You better have like Golden hands or something!  You’re shit better be AMAZING.
Her:  Ya I am.  Blah Blah Blah – Sales Pitch Bullshit
Me:  Look!  Here’s the deal.  You ever watch Curb Your Enthusiasm?
Her:  What?
Me :  (repeat)
Her:  No?…
Me:  You ever hear of it?
Her:  No…
Me:  Do you have cable television?
Her:  Yea!
Me:  Ok where there’s this station on Cable but you might not have heard of it because it’s kind of a small station.  You ever heard of HBO?

So I go on to explain about the episode and it confused her because she was like, “Well I don’t have to do anything you don’t want me to do!”

I told her I didn’t care what she did but more important was if she could give me a good massage.  I told her again I had girls who could do the other stuff so I wasn’t too worried.

She said, “Well why don’t you have them give you a massage?”

I’m said, “Look!  I need a Pro!  These girls, the best I can get them to do is walk on my back because they don’t know what they’re doing.  That works for a little while but I need a pro that knows what they’re doing!

So I can’t remember exactly what I said then but all I know is we went off topic and it was a lot of me being CockyFunny or whatever and her starting to get more chatty.  We kinda stayed on the topic but it was more, I dunno – Vibey.

She started like saying, “I can drop the price to maybe $150 because you seem really cool and trust me, I make about $1500 a week and I just got two calls while I was talking to you.”

Me:  OOOOH!!!  (mocking her)  I mean it sounds really fun and everything but Jesus!  $200 is pretty fucking steep.  I can get a regular massage for like $60.

Her:  Yes you can.  (IOD)
Me:  Good Answer.

She laughed and I said, “Ok well here’s the deal.  I totally need a massage so MAYBE I’ll give you a call after the holidays and we’ll see what’s up.”

Her: OK well I can drop the price to $100 for you.
Me:  Yea I know but I still have to wait till after the holidays so I’ll see what’s up then.  I’ll call you.
Her:  So I’ll hear from you after Christmas?
Me:  After newyears MAYBE.
Her:  Ok…  (It sounded pouty)
Me:  You sound sad.
Her:  I AM.  You sound really Cute and Now you’re gonna go and I wont hear from you again.
Me:  (LOL) That’s funny.  OK  I’ll ALMOST-Promise to call you after the new-year.  Do you want me to give you an Almost Promise?
Her:  Yes
Me:  Ok.  I Almost-Promise to call you after Newyears.

Then she started rambling about how she thought I seemed really cool and cute and this went on for a couple minutes and then I said, “I’ll tell you what.  Do you go out?”

Her:  Yea.
Me:  Like you ever been to MonJinLau or D’Amato’s
Her:  I like to go out.
Me:  Well I’ll tell you what.  Maybe I’ll call you and you can come chill with me and a few friends.
Her:  I’d LOVE to come have a drink with you.
Me:  Well I mean you can just come out and Chill, like a friends type thing.
Her:  Yea,  I can come out and have a couple drinks with you!
Me:  You make it sound like a Date!  We’re not going on a Date.

She laughed and then I got another call from a girl who I’m considering having sex with even though she’s a bigger girl and I’m not attracted to bigger girls but this one is FUCKING CUTE.  I mean she has such a pretty face it’s Weird and her personality is super cool and she has Huge Boobs but again.  She’s a bigger girl.  I’m not into that shit.  Who knows.

So I said I had to take the call and she was like, “Wait!  What’s your name?  and I told her.”

I sent out a text tonight to the four girls I met today that said, “Kickass meeting you today.  Have a fun holiday”  She was the Second one to respond behind the black girl.

I am well aware she could be trying to game me as I game her, not to mention that I have not even seen her yet.  But that’s part of the fun.  Who hunts the hunter?

I’ll update this accordingly as events unfold.  Obviously it’s time to see how the transitioning from #close to !close will turn out.

Then a few days later…

Postby Geese Howard » December 28th, 2008, 4:34 pm

It’s 7:17 and I had a gnawing feeling that this chick, We’ll call her HBUruguay because she lives there and is visiting some mystery people for the holidays, was gonna flake.  Everytime though I would force-visualise her showing up to train my brain to expect in instead of focusing on the negative.  Here it was almost 15 minutes after we were supposed to meet and she still hadn’t arrived.  No call no text…  Nothing.  Yet here I was still waiting for her to arrive…

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The Wedding Crashers – Cocktail Version

Themesong of the day:

Check it out, I know I should have fancy pictures of these but I don’t.  I came up with some cocktails for one of the Owner’s wedding at the restaurant where I am now bar manager.

Ya, funny thing.  Go back and read my past and look what happened.  Things change so fast but that’s another, future post about the past.  (Also, if you’re more into the seduction stuff I got a bit of that to possibly share as well, but right now I am all Cocktail.)

So where were we?  One of the owners was having his wedding and wanted me to make cocktails.  I had 1 day to come up with 2, since he hand picked the drink Corpse Reviver.  The instructions were, one needed to have Hangar 1 Vodka, and the other needed to have Very Old Barton 100 proof.  I had to come up with these drinks very quickly, but I know he wasn’t worried, after-all, I created virtually the entire cocktail menu, and every drink on it gets rave reviews from the growing number of people that frequent our fine establishment.

But my goal, more was to balance the special cocktail selection for the wedding.  Corpse Reviver is a middle of theroad type drink.  It’s not too sweet but it’s not too stiff either.  You gotta balance.

So without a bunch more Blah Blah, this is what I came up with.  By the way, if you can guess which one was the 1st, 2nd and least popular I will give you a prize. (maybe)

Corpse Reviver:  (credit goes to Cocktail Enthusiast Magazine – although, as usual, I made my own little tweaks)

1 oz Death’s Door Ginhttps://i2.wp.com/johnmariani.com/archive/2010/100704/Lillet%20Summer%20Label%202010%20Front%5B1%5D.jpg

1 oz Lillet Blanc

1 oz Leopold Bros American Orange Liquor – (GOLD MEDAL 90 points The Beverage Tasting Institute)

1 oz fresh lemon juice

3 drops Mansinthe Absinthe

Garnish with 1 Luxardo Gourmet Maraschino Cherry

Add all ingredients to cocktail mixer filled with ice.  Shake and strain into a cocktail glass, then take spoon, get your cherry out of the jar (not really being too careful if you grab a touch of the syrup) and drop it into the glass.

There was a guy there, who apparently loves drinking these, and he said mine was great and ordered about 5 of them all night.  I tried one of these at Sable made however they made it, and it was OK.  But this one I made was fantastic!  I know, I know…  I made it so I would probably say that anyway right?  Wrong!  One thing you will learn about me is that, the reason cocktails I put on a menu get rave reviews from people is because I am my own toughest critic.  If I make a cocktail and think, “Meh!” I will be the first to dump it.  Not only that, but there is not one cocktail I put on a menu that several people do not try first (and that I get feedback from).  Guess what, try this version yourself and give me feedback.  Be Honest. I love feedback.

Chocolate December:

2 oz Hangar 1 Vokda

1 oz home-made chocolate ganache (if you want the specific recipe, ask me and I will find out for you)

1/2 oz frangelico

1/2 oz half and half

Take a cocktail glass, rim it with orange juice, and then some home made chocolate shavings (we just took chunks of chocolate and put them in a blender till they were nice and small and a little powdery).  Then drizzle some ganache into the glass and make little fancy shapes out of them.  I used a stir stick to do this.  (Be creative, there is no right way.  Just let it do it’s own thing.  If you need some inspiration watch some Bob Ross.)  Add all ingredients to cocktail mixer filled with ice.  Shake and strain into the cocktail glass.

I mean, there are chocolate martinis and then there is THIS Guy.  I wouldn’t drink a whole one because I’m trying to be at least semi healthy but the little sips I had here and there… Delicious!  Be careful if you make one of these in a room full of ladies…  Or not. 😉

Old Red:

Courtesy of ethanprater.com

Courtesy of ethanprater.com

2 oz Very Old Barton 100 proof bourbon

1 bar spoon of simple syrup

1 bar spoon of fresh cranberries (prep by adding 1 cup of water per lb of cranberries and bring to a boil, then lower the heat to low for 5 minutes until they are soft.  You don’t have to strain the water out.  The red juice in the cranberries is perfect for coloring this drink.  Also you don’t have to make a lb of cranberries at a time. 😉 )

1 orange wedge

2 dashes Peychaud’s bitters

In a rocks glass muddle the simple syrup, cranberry, and orange wedge.  Fill glass with ice, then bourbon and bitters.  Stir maybe 8-10 times just to get the mixture in and the cocktail cold.  The simple syrup I make is 1 part water to 1-1/2 parts sugar fyi.

This one had it’s fans for sure.  I definitely had a couple of guys who drink a few each.  This is a strong drink with a hint of sweet.  I just wanted to make it for the wedding to give people an option for an old fashioned.  I think it most definitely did the trick.

Anyway, that’s all for now.  If you try any of these out, feel free to comment and let me know how you liked em.  And as usual questions and comments are welcome.

Cheers for now.

The Best Margarita Recipe Ever!?

Margarita cocktail

Margarita cocktail (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

(There is a song in my head that I cannot think of the Artist of at the moment since it’s in Mexican.  I REFUSE to put any Jimmy Buffet garbage on my blog.  SOOooo  No song of the day.  Once I remember the song I am trying to think of or find a suitable substitute I will replace my ranting.) 😉

(Edit Note – Jan 2014:  The ORIGINAL Article that had comments in the Hundreds over at Hodges Lab website is gone.  I think that blog has gone under after many years so this actually has become a preservation of sorts by a recipe that hundreds of commenters in that post SWORE by!)

Ya ya ya, am I late?  We just missed Cinco de Mayo.  However, it’s getting warmer out and soon lots and lots of people will be drinking margaritas regardless of what day it is.  So allow me to be of service…

I had to add the question marks.  Saying a drink recipe is the BEST is relative.  It’s like people that love red wine saying they don’t like Merlot.

For the record it’s IMPOSSIBLE to not like Merlot because I doubt seriously that ANYONE on this fine planet has had the opportunity to try every flavor profile of Merlot out there.  There are so many different profiles created by Merlot grapes that you can put two Merlots next to each other and they could be COMPLETELY different.  Why do people say they don’t like Merlot?  Because of a stupid Line in a Stupid Wine Movie.

Actually, the reason to why Miles wont drink Merlot is, that in the book “Sideways” by Rex Pickett, the wine he’s saving for his ex-wife’s return is a 1961 Pétrus (…An estate of limited size, it produces a limited production red wine almost entirely from Merlot grapes,…)  and NOT a 1961 Cheval Blanc. But Pétrus (which is 100% Merlot) didn’t give permission to use their label and the director therefore changed the manuscript into a Cheval Blanc.

Miles doesn’t want to be reminded of his wife when spending an evening with Maya – a new girl he’s actually is interest in.

Not many knows this.

So next time you try to seem Wine Savvy by trying to shit all over Merlot, just be proud of the fact that not only are you letting your decisions be based on FICTION, but that you are also basing your “savvy” wine deference on a fictitious character’s relationship with his wife that has nothing to do with the quality of a grape, or the wine produced from it.

Now that my wine snobbery is over…

Anyway, the point is the same as far as cocktail recipes.  You can make almost every drink several different ways and one person will like it sweet while another person likes is sour while another person wants to taste the booze in it etc.  However, that being said, this is a fucking good Margarita recipe, and it sure beats vodka, ice and lemon-lime powerade in a blender (No really, I have heard a guy swear by that version saying “Dude, chicks can’t tell the difference.”)  So enough of my blabbing except to say I have tweaked this (on my own but not the ingredients below) by adding both the Cointreau and Grand Marnier (splashes) or have added a splash of Patron Citronge to the mix.  The key is to NOT use sour mix at all in my opinion.  If you can do that, you are Golden.

By the way, this was posted at a science blog, which I think is kinda funny and ironic, but cool nonetheless.

Here we go:

The Best Margarita Recipe Ever from Hodges Lab

Have you ever gone to a restaurant because of their margaritas? 

When I’m back in Dallas, I love the margaritas at El Fenix, Pappasito’s, and even Chili’s. But try to go home and find the recipes. All the recipes on the Internet are all the same: tequila, triple sec, lime juice, maybe some sour mix… make them and they always misssomething. I’ve been buying out my local Beverages ‘n More to find that missing ingredient, and I think I finally got it.

Below is the best margarita recipe, capturing the something that makes a restaurant margarita so much better than the homemade versions:

  • Two parts tequila (good tequila is always better…)
  • Half part Grand Marnier (this is a critical part… trust me, don’t go cheap on the citrus liqueur. Cointreau also goes very well, but really doesn’t have the same aromatic flavor that Grand Marnier has; try them side-by-side; they have totally different flavors… if you cheat here with Triple Sec or Orange Curaçao, you must add a dash of orange bitters!)
  • Half part fresh lime juice.
  • Half part fresh lemon juice.
  • Half part simple syrup.
  • Half part Limoncello (a fairly inexpensive type of lemon liqueur that isn’t sour but has lots of big citrus flavor… this is, I think, the secret ingredient in most restaurant margaritas— that extra citrus flavor adds a lot without making the drink more tart).
  • Pinch of salt. Very little will go a long way… alternatively, rim the glass with coarse salt.

Mix with a bunch of ice cubes in a shaker and shake violently for about 15 seconds (until ice starts to crystallize on the outside of your metal shaker). Pour contents into an old-fashioned glass and, for a nice visual appeal, you can finish with a drop of grenadine (let it sink to the bottom for a sweet finish). Add a couple of skinny straws and a slice of lime if you like. Trust me!

Hint: too strong for your taste? Stir in some lemon-lime soda— don’t shake!

(†) In Texas, we really enjoy our margaritas.

UPDATE: After fiddling with this for a while, I’ve found that it’s better to use fresh lime and syrup rather than sour mix. Even though there are good sour mixes out there (I’m talking about you, Dr. Swami and Bone Daddy), I find they don’t have quite the same freshness as when you use a fresh lime. In any case, if you can’t get fresh limes or don’t have five minutes to make simple syrup, you can substitute a quality sour mix—no neon yellow stuff, please!—for the lime juice and simple syrup above.

Enjoi