Every so often something comes along that seems so great in my mind that I'm not quite sure what to do with it or how to share it with the people I know.
Now I'm an avid drinker, there is no challenge too small or large, however, there is one so epic that it makes my hair stand.
Imagine this; a pilgrimage far north into subarctic conditions to a town called Dawson in Yukon territory, population 1,250. Here, amongst the snow covered mountains during the endless cold, dry winters remains a bar; The Downtown Hotel.
This bar I imagine to be made with wood logs, while inside you can find all manner of hard drinking men, hunting rifles left at the door, or perhaps their rigs parked out front while they stop for one on the long haul to Alaska, each man with a life story etched into his weathered face.
In this bar, where men come to drink, is a beverage not for the weak of stomach. The sourtoe cocktail is its name. The main ingredient, a pickled human toe. The premise is simple, the toe is placed in any drink you choose, originally a beer glass of champagne, although I think I'd rather go for a short straight glass of whiskey, no matter - as long as the toe touches the drinkers lips, the challenge is accomplished. The saying goes "You can drink it fast, you can drink it slow - but the lips have gotta touch the toe"
This friends, has made my list of things to accomplish before I die; to become a sourtoer!
For more, swing by the charming website http://www.sourtoecocktailclub.com/
Here you can learn all about Captain Dick the proprietor of this fascinating bar.
