New Year’s Eve is coming up, so I thought I’d reprint this recipe for Pan Galactic Gargle Blasters. Proceed with caution.
So we went online, and found approximately 894,589,760 recipes for it. Trouble was, most of them involved gin, to approximate the Arcturan Mega-gin. Trouble was, I don’t like gin.
But we found this one, and loved it. It has just about everything a Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster should have. It looks really alien, like something they’d drink on Star Trek. It’s entertaining and dramatic to put together. And its effects are, in fact, very similar to having your brains smashed in by a slice of lemon wrapped round a large gold brick. It’s one of those sneaky drinks that’s waaaaaay more intoxicating than it tastes: it goes down sweet and easy, you keep tossing them back… and soon you’re putting plastic cocktail monkeys in your hair, and trying on other people’s pants, and telling total strangers how awesome they are and how much you love them.
Ingredients:
Champagne
Vodka
Blue curacao
Sugar cubes
Bitters (we used Angostura)
Ahead of time (you can do this a day or two ahead of time, or whenever you like, really), pre-mix a mixture of:
1/2 blue curacao
1/2 vodka
Also ahead of time (shortly before the party):
Prepare a plate of sugar cubes with one drop of bitters on each cube (this approximates the tooth of an Algolian Suntiger).
As guests arrive:
Fill a champagne flute mostly full of champagne, about one shot short.
Add one shot of the curacao/vodka mixture.
Drop in one embittered sugar cube.
Do these one at a time for each guest: it’s pretty to watch, and the embittered sugar cube goes “fizz fizz fizz” in a very dramatic way when it’s dropped into the champagne/ vodka/ curacao mix.
Drink only with people you trust. And beware the plastic cocktail monkeys.
Fortunately I don’t have any of those. However I expect several duels to be fought with the plastic cocktail swords.
If I might make a slight suggestion. Serve the vodka mix from a glass bowl using a small ladle. Add a chunk of dry ice to the bowl to get a very science fiction look. In Seattle, I find dry ice at the seafood counter of our QFC supermarkets. I’m sure it won’t be too hard to find in SF.
The Zaphod Beeblebrox club in Ottawa uses a somewhat different mix involving Jack Daniel’s, peach Schnapps, Blue Curacao and orange juice. It’s a very sneaky drink, and the first sign you’re getting drunk is that it anaesthetizes your face.
“there’s an infinite number of plastic cocktail monkeys outside who want to talk to us about this script for Hamlet they’ve worked out.”
So how many PGGBs should you drink before talking about the script?