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At popular bars and nightclubs, be sure to tell the waitstaff you want your drink served "avec la souris".
The bartender will prepare your cocktail in a martini glass, and then select a small adolescent albino 'Mus musculus' from a clean, specially prepared holding cage. Grasped by the tail,
the mouse will be dipped first into a sterilizing alcohol bath and then into liquid nitrogen, cleaning and instantly freezing it. It will then be set into the drink, cooling it, allowing the tail to drape over the edge of the glass.
Pre-moused drink
http://i-bizarrefoo...baby-mice-wine.html
[angel, Jun 03 2013]
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Definitely not happy hour for the mice... |
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Wow! What a hair-raising concoction. Do mice taste like olives or something? |
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waugs: you've been spending too much time in China. I think that bath should be straight alcohol. And, per the quaint old British custom drinking baby eels in (warm) beer, I'm not so sure you should freeze the baby mice. |
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I'll have mine avec un souris, s'il vous plait. |
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I think I'd like it better if it were a fake mouse, though. At least, I'd be inclined to order such a thing. If it were someone else ordering and I got to watch I might think the real mouse was a better choice. |
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waugs, have you been in China recently? I was there last month for the first time, and it looks like I may be returning several times in the next few years. |
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what's that disease you can get from inhaling something from mouse feces? Not to mention the mean and pointless death of a little animal for your amusement.....fishbone. |
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beaux, no I have not been to China. I'm not certain why Curry said that. Is there a China - frozen mouse connection I'm not aware of, maybe? Can I come with you on your next trip? |
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bris, it has to be a real mouse for the edgy, benfrostian factor, and Curry, it has to be frozen to cool the drink. One can casually stir one's drink by swinging the mouse around in it whilst chatting with other intellectuals. |
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Catherine leaned by the bar, quietly sipping her martini. She had been looking forward to the night life at the Puce Pidgeon, one of the most fashion-forward clubs in the city, but she was finding it quite dull. The people were about as worldly and exciting as a teenager from Iowa, she mused, recalling the horrified look on the bartenders' faces when she'd ordered her drink "avec la souris." |
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"Unsophisticated cretins," she thought, carefully moving the tail hanging from her glass to avoid smudging her lipstick. Maybe she should try the clubs in Rio. They were bound to be more fun than this. |
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(I find the image funny, at least) |
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waugs: there is a well-known China/eating-baby-mice connection. (If you dunk them in soy sauce, they wriggle, apparently, hence at least part of the attraction.) |
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I'll have a Bloody Rodent on the Rocks.... |
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hmmm...opens up a whole new avenue for naming drinks. "Hey, barkeep! Can I get another Long Island Miced Tea?" |
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...and iced coffees
"Mmmm, iced coffee"
'Can I have a sip?'
"Sure"
'*Guzzle*'
"You bastard, you drank it all!"
'*Choke*'
"Oooh, you swallowed the mouse did you?"
*Red*
"Oh, all right<pulls bastards pants down><hind lickin' maneuver></hind lickin' maneuver></pulls bastards pants down>
'Spew!'
"Gawd"
'I can't get the taste of coffee grounds out of my mouth'
"Those ain't coffee grounds" |
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Mice?
[lintkeeper2]: Lyme disease. |
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//it has to be frozen to cool the drink. One can casually stir one's drink by swinging the mouse around in it whilst chatting with other intellectuals.// |
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I would have been much, much happier if this had been an idea for imbibing alcoholic beverages through the pointing device attached to my computer. That would have been OK. I don't think I would like a drink that had a frozen mouse in it, even a carefully sterilised one. |
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Drinking martinis at James' house,
I got a cocktail with chilled mouse.
Asked I, "Is this 'drink refrigeration'?"
"No, to warm the mouse from hibernation,"
Said he, "To make it safely rouse,
Hold the tail and the rodent douse.
To wake 'em, I have heard,
'Shake 'em or they're not stirred.'" |
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What's so bad about ordering your drink with a smile? (Yes, I know). |
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/Not to mention the mean and pointless death of a little animal for your amusement.....fishbone/
Heh. |
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Make mine a vodka and lyme. |
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"Squeak squeak fizz........" |
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I hate to contemplate the sort of hangover this drink might give you. |
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(corrections: lyme disease is transmitted by ticks, hantavirus is transmitted through mice feces) |
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Given the health implications of baby mice, much more sense to drop deep frozen grapes into cocktails, surely? |
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And on technical note, if you have ever experimented with dry ice in cocktails, you will discover that such overly cold ice cubes freeze parts of the drink itself, distorting its flavor in unpleasant ways. |
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/hantavirus is transmitted through mice feces// |
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I'll have a Hantovian then. And a Vie Rose for the lady. |
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Putting dry ice in a cocktail sounds dangerous. That stuff burns. |
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Ice Mice Drinks (or in Mexico, “con el ratón”) would certainly be popular, but there are more options.
Order your beverage with a half-dozen tiny flash-frozen frogs, “sur la grenouille”.
Or with an elegant iced herring “a la poisson”. Be careful of the pronunciation there. |
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Somewhere in Texas, a stranded BMW's hazards slowly dim to nothing. A disheveled young man struggles into the local tavern, his face, hair, tie, lungs, and best shirt now painted with that famous Texan road dust. |
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"Is there a gas station in town, and do you have a Furry Naval?" |
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"Lookie 'ere, bub. I don't take no personal questions from yuppies on their way to their next corporate group hug. And there's a Shell up the street a mile to your left." |
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"It's a drink. It's got peach flavoring, a mouse, some orange juice, and vodka I think?" |
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"If it's a mouse you want, all I got is Rat's Ass Tequila." |
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"That'll be fine , but I'm afraid I don't have any money." |
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"I don't give a Rat's Ass." |
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[Mandy] How did Catherine's night turn out? Did she meet the pretentious predator of her dreams? |
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"How the hell did that get in there?".. "on second though I don't even want to know", the doctor said as he pulled the x-rays down from the light. |
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Said a drinker while drinking (I think):
"There's a rather stiff mouse in my drink!"
Said the barkeep "Don't grouse!"
"In this public house,"
"it's 'avec la souris' with a wink..." |
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I'm thinking that some sort of cold bath could be developed to dip the mouse into so that it isn't killed, it's flash frozen in a sort of stasis. As long as you drink your drink at the prescribed rate, soon after you're finished, the mouse will thaw and you'll have a groggy mouse crawling around inside your glass, that you can take home and keep as a pet! |
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...and from a completely clean slate, no less |
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do you know - this idea makes me puke, sorry. |
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I blame the company he's keeping. |
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Bubba's right. It's half-baked (at best).
It just shows how much we have regressed.
To want to take mice
And turn 'em to ice?
Well I'm glad I got THAT off my chest! |
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Bubba'd like it if I took the bait
But Bubba, you'll just have to wait
'Avec La Souris'
is the issue for me
And a fishbone is what's on my plate! |
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[Pest control officer: "Ayup, you got yourself a good infestation of limericks there. Look-a-that one, good rhyme, good meter, uh-hm, I haven't seen one this bad in quite a while... |
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... look at 'em multiplyin'. Don't get much worse that this. Looks like we'll have to bring the tanker in with the sprayer attachment. You'll have to evacuate for about 6 hours or so..."] |
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Who I am really matters not much
I joined this discussion as such
to offer advice
AGAINST Cocktail Mice
Nay, not in the glass that I clutch! |
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The bar keep gave his rat's ass a shock
As it froze to a hard, rodent rock.
Said he, "Rather iced louse
Or a cold, cocktail mouse
Than having a chilled, mousetail cock." |
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"Margarita, please, with Cuervo Gold,
Avec la souris," he was told,
So he whipped up the drink
As quick as a wink
With a frozen mouse to keep it cold.
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(I wrote this in mind of benfrost
Expecting that bones would be tossed.
I'm really quite nice,
No intent to hurt mice.
I promise I'll let them defrost.) |
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(If you can't beat 'em...) |
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The Mouse Cocktail idea's now toast.
'Death by Fishbone' has been diagnosed!
It's been fun, you've been great
But I must clean my slate
and then bid everyone....Adios |
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Why was this horror created?
And why has it been debated?
I'd prefer on a stick
A flash-frozen chick
For THAT'S the ice underrated. |
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waiter, there's a fly in my martini. |
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oh im terribly sorry sir, i'll replace it with a mouse immediately. |
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I gave my love a cocktail,
I gave it to him twice.
Once with some arsenic
and twice with some mice.
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