Rocking in the Free World

My first weekend in Seattle, after having visite the Experience Music Project museum and the Science Fiction Museum and getting bitti entry for having a press pass, for I intend on writing about the place in RSJ, I was hunting around for a place where I could spend the evening before I headed out back to where I lived and call it a night.

It was about 1800 in the evening, and after wandering around aimlessly in the streets, bereft of company, albeit revelling in solitude nevertheless, I wanted to check out some live music at one of the pubs, where I could listen to a band and have some nice beer at the same time.

I was guided by Joan (centered around whom another adventurous post has to be written) to the CHAC – Capitol Hill Arts Center, which is a hip avant-garde Bohemian level place located in the basement of a building painted black, and is, on the outside not a welcome venue for those faint at heart.

But once you enter the place within, there is a nice bar attached and its a warm and cozy, comfortable place with friendly people who welcomed an arbit brown stranger into their midst without any qualms. They were pleasantly mirthful when I told them about how I was a rock/metal fan, and they invited me to their live nights and gave me a schedule so that I could go there whenever I wanted to, and I do totally intend on visiting the place again.

I was zonked with the cold when I entered the place, and when the bartender asked me what I wanted, I told him to feel free and whip something up – and this is what he made:

Stolichnya blueberry vodka
triple sec
a dash of chamborg
sour mix
2 lemons and 2 limes
shaken well with crushed ice and served in a martini glass.

Once the drink was prepared, I asked the bartender what he had made, and he said he was clueless and that he wanted me to name the drink!

This is when, in a flash of divine inspiration – When Hari Met Stoli was born!

PS – A certain simian seems to be of the opinion that this is a majorly feminine drink. K to his alcoholic excesses, considering the man is in a state where prohibition reigns, and even a drop of alcohol crossing his lips would be like manna from heaven, if needed when the occasion demands.