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sharplittleteethI was looking forward to Golgotha. I was in the mood to go out and get my dance on. Ideally to some of the new Nine Inch Nails. I even bought a sexy new tie.
Unfortunately, the club was fizzer.
More precisely: the sound system went fzzt.
Not the club organisers' fault. But it did rather kill the mood. Eventually they herded everyone upstairs, which was much smaller, and poorly lit, and while the PA at least worked, it wasn't exactly pumping. So I spent the rest of the night chatting to people in the downstairs bar.
And I tried some Green Fairy Absinth.
Note the missing 'e'. This is Czech stuff. The radioactive green colour is the giveaway. I sipped some neat, and my mouth exploded with menthol. No aniseed or complex herbs here. That said, I was expecting it to go down like paint stripper, and it turned out to be actually quite smooth.
Just for laughs, I tried mixing it with water. No louche, unsurprisingly. The overpowering menthol flavour dilluted down to something more tolerable, but the whole drink developed an unpleasant oily texture.
What can I say? It's Czech absinth. It's a completely different drink to the one sipped by bohemian artists in fin de siècle Paris. It's designed to be set fire to and skolled, a sort of jaegerbomb with wormwood. All that stuff about green fairies and poetic inspiration is just marketing.
Gets you drunk, though.
Oh boy does it get you drunk.
Unfortunately, the club was fizzer.
More precisely: the sound system went fzzt.
Not the club organisers' fault. But it did rather kill the mood. Eventually they herded everyone upstairs, which was much smaller, and poorly lit, and while the PA at least worked, it wasn't exactly pumping. So I spent the rest of the night chatting to people in the downstairs bar.
And I tried some Green Fairy Absinth.
Note the missing 'e'. This is Czech stuff. The radioactive green colour is the giveaway. I sipped some neat, and my mouth exploded with menthol. No aniseed or complex herbs here. That said, I was expecting it to go down like paint stripper, and it turned out to be actually quite smooth.
Just for laughs, I tried mixing it with water. No louche, unsurprisingly. The overpowering menthol flavour dilluted down to something more tolerable, but the whole drink developed an unpleasant oily texture.
What can I say? It's Czech absinth. It's a completely different drink to the one sipped by bohemian artists in fin de siècle Paris. It's designed to be set fire to and skolled, a sort of jaegerbomb with wormwood. All that stuff about green fairies and poetic inspiration is just marketing.
Gets you drunk, though.
Oh boy does it get you drunk.
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Date: 2007-04-25 03:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-25 05:21 am (UTC)There was the obligatory nightclub bottle-neck, in this case where the entrance corridor met the bar. Once you got past that, the venue opened out into a two-storey high space. Couches on either side. A stepped dancefloor. And the DJ booth, high above the room, had a giant gold clamshell behind it, like something out of a 1930's musical.
Upstairs was much smaller, and just very typical club-ish.
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Date: 2007-04-26 12:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-26 01:15 am (UTC)I kept expecting to look up and see DJ Dan wearing an Ethel Merman frock.