Where can you get a good stiff shot for only a dollar? Why, at the Red Room in Portland of course. You just don’t know what that shot may be!
What a great gimmick though. When Cija told us about the “Mystery Shots” at a bar down the street, we just had to find out for ourselves. What’s the harm? We could always stumble back to our home parked in her driveway a few blocks away.
The Red Room is my kinda bar – a dark dive without the dank smell. This place is clean, has live music, free guitar hero on the big screen, and mystery shots. Their gin and tonic just left a bit to be desired. But hey, that’s where mystery shots come in to play.
Thinking she knew every proper bar fly etiquette, Rene sat down and promptly proclaimed, “I’ll try number 3!”
Cija went first. Her shot had a reddish tint, or it might have been the lighting. It smelled somewhat of apricots and I suggested it was probably Southern Comfort. She tossed it back and agreed. Alas, it was some unknown mango liqeur.
Rene’s turn. Roll, slam, “Yum!” Some kind of peach infused Vodka. She demanded a drink made with it, so I suggested a Fuzzy Navel and the barkeep looked it up. He was new on the job but aside from his well worn cocktail recipe book, we would have never known.
Had I proceeded with the concoctions I started to dream up using this tasty treat, our visit to the Red Room would have been dangerous indeed.
We all made it home safe and topped the night off with margaritas. After all, one can only take so much schnapps, and only Cija had to work in the morning!