What it says on the tin basically. If you'd be so kind as to follow the template I use in this post I'd be grateful. Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! I don't think anyone here's going to be an expert, so it's mainly for fun. Rules - any alcholic drink, please follow the template as much as possible and give us a little story to make things more exciting. Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! Drink: Tesco's Vratislav 'Czech Premium Lager' Type: Lager (Pils) Container: 500ml brown glass bottle Percentage5.0% Price: £0.89 each Rating out of 5: 4 It was minutes before ten PM (alcohol is only sold in supermarkets/shops until 10pm), my wallet was empty and the few coins in my pocket didn't amount to much. I was a man on a mission: a misison to make the best possible beer purchase I could in Tesco. Counting my coins whilst powerwalking, and avoiding the zombies, I forged my way to the drink aisle. Ale - No. Cider - No. Lagers in bottles - Yes! I'd arrived. Instinctivley, I looked at the red signs pointing out special offers. Nothing worth writing home about. I'd been foiled. Usually you can find something that looks reasonable on special offer, but today that just wasn't the case. With a window of barely three minutes, I had to make a move. It was make or break time. I scanned the shelves hoping that something would catch my eye. The usual culprits - Becks and Hoegaarden - caught my gaze, but they didn't feel right. Finally, a bottle made me pause. It looked just like Budvar - a carefully 'inspired' bottle that could easily fool you from a distance - and it was cheap! Eighty nine pence per bottle they were asking. I gave it the once over. It was now or never. I grabbed two and shot towards the tills. I dashed towards what looked like a free till only to be confronted with every shopper-in-a-hurry's fear - the closed sign. My eyes desperately scanned the long row of mainly empty tills, finally settling on the hordes surrounding the lowest tills and three checked shirt toting, timid looking Tesco employees. Bugger. I judge the queue speed, size and customers to determine the till and made my choice. A young family, cash in hand, with a nimble young employee mutilating their shopping against the packing area. This was it. I stood. "You'll be quicker at the self service, you've only got a couple of minutes 'til ten," the checkout operative informed me. Would I? I thought about disagreeing with her, but the risk taker in me went with her feeling and off I sped, towards the self-service tills. Cue my arrival. Each of the four machines is occupied by one or two people, each as dim looking as the next. One of the proles was trying to feed the machine a mangy looking five pound note. As my blood pressure rose, the remaining seconds were becoming fewer. Finally, a machine was freed and I had my chance. Would tonight play out as a macabre end to my quest for beer, or would I be riding high, leaping with a grin on my face and a glint in my eye? "Assistance needed", didn't come as much of a surprise from the machine. I was expecting this and so was the observant raven haired employee overseeing the four machines. ID in hand, we made eye contact and made the exchange. Her eyes flitted from picture to date of birth, reinforcing in her mind that I was indeed a legitimate individual to be dealing with. With her superior knowledge of automated tills, she deftly tapped the required code into the machine and smiled. Smiled the way that people do when they use their priviledged knowledge to solve anothers problem. The machine asked me for money - with it came realisation that my hard work had been rewarded. I grinned on the inside and, losing constraint, on the outside too. I sifted through my change, happy to take my time and get rid of as many low denomination coins as possible, and popped them into the machine. I'd held up my end of the bargain and the machine was happy enough to issue me with a receipt. I checked it, put it in the bag alongside the bottles and walked towards the door. Looking back I notice that the tubby, balding man wearing a pair of spectacles is ambling towards the checkouts, four cans of Stella Artois in hand. I laugh and imagine the different scenarios for when he is told it's too late. Judgement: The lager is very appealing to the lips and mouth; the beer having a frothy and smooth nature. The taste changes as it moves through your mouth and the kick comes after. It's an enjoyable experience and worth it for that alone. The taste remains for a while and makes you reluctant to have another swig so soon, which in my mind make this a good beer. This is intended as a rich beer, and it is. It isn't too rich, though. That's my personal taste. If you're a rich beer drinker, you might find this a little tame, but otherwise - I'd recommend it. Give it a go.
'Chopin' brand vodka. Do yourself a favour. It's nicer than Grey Goose even IMO and that's pretty damn nice.
i love the drink "turbo shandy" you get a pint glass, put a bottle of smernoff ice in it and then top up with lager, its brilliant!!
Usually Southern Comfort on the Rocks at home, but if I go out I get a Kamikaze. The lime-ier, the better. Kamikaze 1 ounce Vodka 1 ounce Triple Sec 1 ounce Lime Juice
Fuck that for a laugh, phonetic! Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! The location and price at least, please.
Mine is kinda boring maybe: Viaka vodka, lite cranberry juice and a wedge of lime. For roofies: add drug before juice.Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
Sorry... I'm a simpleton: Jack and Coke (...Diet Coke that is). Stoli Vanil and Seven is good when I'm wanting something a little lighter... tasting. I love Killians Red... I love Killians Red... I LOVE Killians Red. Did I mention that I love Killians Red? ~String
The Mind Eraser: 2 oz. vodka 2 oz. Kahlua 2 oz. tonic water Over rocks pour vodka, Kahlua, then tonic water; serve with small straws. Hmm ... I just looked up the recipe online, and it seems to be missing ingredients. (For some reason I think there should be one or two more liquors.) Anyway, the point of the drink is in its name. Serve a round armed with one or two narrow straws apiece. On given signal, all at table insert straws and suck down the drink as quickly as possible. It is best to do this while sitting. Properly made, the drink will erase your mind for a second or two, and I've seen people bite the floor afterward. Race to the bottom, last to finish buys the next round. It's been a while since I did MEs. Beer is pretty much my drink. Guinness, Jubel Ale, Diamond Knot IPA (quite hoppy and very good). When I do drink liquor, though, I'm all for Rumple Minze, double, rocks. And keep 'em coming.
