Archives for the 'vodka' tag
Turns Out Red Bull and Vodka Doesn’t Give You Wings
When I did a 75-mile charity bike ride through the Florida Keys during a driving (cold!) rainstorm a few years back, the periodic sight of tents set up by event sponsor Red Bull always served as beacons of hope. A can of Red Bull, it turns out, was about the best thing to drink for restoring my energy and getting a bit of a kick to re-propel me on my journey.
One thing we did not do–at least during the race–was mix the Red Bull with vodka. Because, you know, that doesn’t exactly improve performance on the bike.
I could have guessed that the same general rule applies to track & field events, too. Thankfully, though, a Russian high jumper has kindly demonstrated the effect for posterity at a Swiss track meet.
Nicely done, Ivan Ukhov. More here. Maybe he was trying to kick it old school with a scissors approach?
Why the Expression ‘Drunk Tank’ Doesn’t Translate Easily Into Russian
Getting thrown in the drunk tank is one thing, but getting drunk in a tank and plowing into a house, as one Russian serviceman did, is something else entirely.
A Russian tank crashed through a villager’s house after the crew stopped to buy more vodka at a nearby shop.
Footage from a mobile phone camera showed the tank hitting a corner of the house and a laughing, and apparently drunk, driver awkwardly trying to clamber aboard with two bottles of vodka.
In other vodka news, singer Amy Winehouse — who’s become a one-woman cottage industry for this blog — snorted flaming vodka at a London club the other night. Though I’d never admit it, my friends and I preferred (no kidding) to snort non-flaming, off-label rum and tequila during college.
Bacony-Good Vodka
It seems like this is fifth-hand at this point, but the Accidental Hedonist shares the beauty that is… bacon-flavored vodka.
The recipe is basically the same as that for infusing pretty much any flavor into food or drink. Make some bacon, put it in a mason jar, pour vodka over, let it sit, strain, voila.
I’d like to get some generic hooch — or maybe something abhorrent like Captain Morgan — and infuse it with bologna. Or Spam.
