While sitting in the Dakota Roadhouse last night on New Year's Eve, near the site of the World Trade Center, a new alcoholic beverage was born. Actually, just the name was born there, the ingredients came later. It took a place like Filter 14 and a half-dozen more pints of beer to provide the inspiration for the actual ingredients.
Perhaps it was the aura of the World Trade Center, or the honor we felt for the dozen firemen with whom we had the good fortune to share a couple rounds of drinks, or perhaps it was just the magic in the air. But somehow, a new shot was born. The "Sex with Dead Children" made its first earthly appearance.
Now although I can't take credit for the name (not that I'm not sick enough, of course), I am proud to say that the ingredients were all selected by me and then deftly mixed by our blitzed bartender.
Initially, our bartender attempted to combine vodka, orange juice, and scotch in a trial run of the "Sex with Dead Children", but it was politely rejected. Her proposal did meet the requirements of the shot: to combine a sense of childlike innocence (orange juice) with something sick and twisted and having no business being associated with the previous ingredient (scotch). However, the combination of ingredients leaned a little too far to the sick and twisted side, and therefore was passed over from winning and will quietly fade from memory.
The winning ingredients were "winning" because (a) I say so, and (b) the shot was universally appreciated by actual drunks.
And now, the winning recipe:
The "Sex with Dead Children"
Equal parts:
Yagermeister
Black Haus
Chambord
Sour Mix
You may take the recipe for this surprisingly good shot, and spread news of it throughout our great land. But wherever you go, just remember to tell all whom you meet: Nothing's better after a few beers than Sex with Dead Children.
