Published by Swiss James on 02 Feb 2008
“In this house we do not use the F word!”
Last night braving the terrible, terrible snow (Canadians: shush) I popped into the Blue Frog on Tongren Lu for a tincture.
By huge co-incidence, and the fact we’d talked about it on MSN messenger, I met WoAiZhongGuo (AKA Peter) from the internets in there. Whilst I was pounding back beer after manly beer, Peter sashayed his way through the drinks list with a few Vodka and oranges followed by a “Massive Mudslide”- some kind of Vanilla ice-cream and Bailey’s horrorshow that is the alcoholic equivalent of a man bag.
As the lovely Rita and the somewhat-lovely-but-just-as-friends Sergei turned up, we decided to dip into the Blue Frog’s massive list of shots. The deal in this place is that if you manage to make your way through all 100 (a HUNDRED!) of the shots that they offer, they’ll paint your name up loud and proud on the wall.
It’s tempting.
It’s very tempting.
In fact I’m forming a plan to tell Emma that we can’t go away for Chinese New Year (which starts on Wednesday) because I’ve got a dicky tummy, then spend the whole time in the ‘Frog working my way through this list.
So if you see her, don’t tell her.