Angels and Slaves

The Fooder went to Sable last night to wait for the GF. I had promised not to talk about slavery again, but somebody started talking about this site (maybe it was me, I'm not sayin') and well, how can you not talk about salvery when you talk about hot women seeing the world on some rich guy's dime. At least this time I didn't yell.


I was by far the least douchy character in there, which isn't saying a lot, but any time you go within a mile of the Viagra triangle you're going to be innundated with the worst humanity can offer. That said the drinks were delightful. Here's a pro tip: ask for a drink menu, get a mini High Life. Freddy whipped me up a drink he called the, uh, Sweet Angel or something like that. All I know is it had Famous Grouse whisky in it which always remind me of my relatives back in England.



Usually we just drink it from the tap.



EDIT: It was called the Drunken Angel here's the recipe:





The Famous Grouse, Punt e Mes, Mathilde Pear, fresh orange juice, orange bitters

Drunken Angel

Anyhow, it was a fine drink, loosly based on the other drink I had that night, ye olde Blood and Sand. I managed to yell this suggestion to at least two other guests, but I don't think they took me up on it. Freddy makes a great Blood and Sand.

Some clown was trying to pick up a cocktail waitress at the waitress stand. he asked if it was a photobooth and then offered to buy drinks for all of them except the older on. I think he said she wasn't pretty. He was mightily rebuffed and spent the next hour reeling around the place like a thre-legged stool.

Anyway, I'm glad to report, the GF forgave me about the slavery thing because I was actually talking about it in a semi-constructive way and we went home, discovered someone had snapped off our doorbell ringer to steal the AAA battery, had a Jim Beam fueled dance party and then sex for longer than I can remember. All-in-all it was a successful evening.