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Saturday, September 01, 2012
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7 comments:
- Skoonj said...
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My old man told me he sent some Ballentine beer to a lab. He said they wrote back "Sir, sorry to inform you that your horse has diabetes." It was about what he expected.
- 9/1/12, 3:15 PM
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I think that joke works better with Mountain Dew.
Full disclosure: I loved Ballantine Ale when in the 60s... drinking age was 18.
Freddie Sykes - 9/1/12, 3:42 PM
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I used to love Ballantine Ale, in CT, when the drinking age was also 18. We had a rule, though, no ale until it was at least 85 degrees. In later years, I bought it (any time of year) at the local pub, because when there were a dozen brown bottles on the table, I knew that the green one was mine. Further; I recall being horrified to find purple marks all over my "ahem" one hungover morning.It wasn't until later in the day I recalled the young woman I was with was not very careful with her teeth. The marks went away in about a week. Can you say "Dickey Hickey"?
- 9/1/12, 4:24 PM
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Mel Allen and the "Three Ring Sign"
Ballantine Commercial from the 1950s:
http://tinyurl.com/8z6jl3e - 9/1/12, 9:40 PM
- Skoonj said...
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My old man gave me a sip of Ballentine, so I knew what it was like. I never actually drank anything then, though the age was 18 and I was of age. I didn't drink anything until I was 22. I've made up for it since.
By the way, the first drink I had was probably a bridge too far. I was at the Officers Club at Kadena AB, Okinawa (January 1972). They had a special that night: French 75. I'd heard of it from Jean Shepherd's show in NYC, and was interested in trying it. It had a history going back to the US flyers in France in World War One.
The taste was, to a complete novice at drinking having his first real drink, very good. Sort of like a super premium soda. It was so good I ordered another.
Midway through the second, the first hit me. Damn, that was powerful! Named for the French 75mm artillery piece, it sure lived up to its reputation.
No, I never had a full Ballentine, nor a Knickerbocker. - 9/2/12, 12:01 AM
- BlogDog said...
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Skoonj, my parents had a set of curiously lovely yellow bowled stemware. It was missing one since my memory runneth not to the contrary. My mother explained that someone, possibly some military pal of my dad's was bragging about what a great drinker he was so she made a couple of French 75s for him. He snapped the stem in half.
Sounds like a drink that needs a come back. - 9/2/12, 1:23 PM
- Skoonj said...
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BlogDog, you already know how to do this, but for those who don't, or could use a refresher, here goes.
Tall glass with crushed ice. Shot of cognac (brandy is a good sub), some bar lemon water, some bar sugar water. Fill the rest of the glass with champaigne. Voila! - 9/2/12, 2:23 PM