I met up with Trashy and others a little while ago, and the bar we were visiting had a special drink on the happy hour menu:

When I told Trashy about this drink, he responded “Do you drink it or bobsled on it?”

Sadly, I did not know.  It had to be tried. I ordered it right before happy hour ended.

It was a whole plate of food as shown below.  It contained a big bone with roasted marrow chunks and what appeared to be pork belly covered in gremolata.  The waiter’s instructions were to spread the toppings on the bread and eat it, then use the bone as a luge for the drink.

Trashy looked askance at it.  For a creature who lives in a trash can, he was surprisingly unwilling to try this.  He did, however, serve as  photographer:

The innards were tasty.  The aftertaste was very cigar like in its persistence. The marrow taste lasted until midnight, despite teeth brushings.

The moment of truth had arrived:

Yeah, that’s a big piece of gristle on the left of the bone. I was not into eating that.

There was an excellent Bulleit Rye with date syrup in it still sitting there.  It was damn good on its own.  I had to do this.  I couldn’t let the Glibs down. Luge! Luge! Luge!

“Your arm is in the way, move it down,” said Trashy. I felt like we were doing a porn shoot. I am pleased with the results. He is a masterful photographer.

I can tell you that when you try to use a bone as a luge like some kind of crazed Viking, it’s going to spill expensive drink all down your trousers. I got some in my mouth, and it did not seem to improve or dramatically alter the taste of the Bulleit Rye with date syrup.

So now you know what it is like to use a bone as a liquor luge.  No doubt you have questions like “What do the waiters think when a space alien and a furry trshmonster walk into a bar?” or “Did you invite STEVE SMITH?” Or maybe even “WTF is with that Photoshop? Are you really that untalented?”

I can answer those questions in the comments.