"Drambuie"

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So, against Dal's better advice I've mixed it with whisky. All I can say now is "An Dram Buidheach". Anyone who knows what that is gets a stone of kippers.

Riddler
...an' it'll serve you right

Date: 11 Dec 1996
From: Darsy

Riddler writes:

So, against Dal's better advice I've mixed it with
whisky. All I can say now is "An Dram Buidheach".
Anyone who knows what that is gets a stone of
kippers.

An Dram Buidheach : The Drink that Satisfies?

Darsy
DD for Bangor, N.Ireland

Date: 11 Dec 1996
From: Kev

(Riddler's challenge to define "An Dram Buidheach" snipped)

This is a wild guess, but it looks to me like the way Robert Burns, or some other unreformed Scotsman, would spell "Drambuie."

Ah, Drambuie, now there's a tasty liqueur with a story behind it.

Forget about how the Young Pretender, after seeing his federation of clansmen defeated at the Battle of Culloden by the Bloody Butcher, was spirited away to exile in France by anscestors of
Yours Truly (the clan MacPherson, that is) to invent this drink.

Drambuie is a drink that is deceptive in its sweetness and unforgiving in its kick. Bonny Prince Charlie loved the concoction so much he killed himself by drinking it. But that's another story.

The real story behind Drambuie is that it is one intoxicating facking beverage that will sneak up on the unsuspecting and mess them up mightily. And then give them one hell of a hangover
to boot.

Drambuie. Lip-smackin' good. A bit of scotch with a taste of heather and honey.

Kevin
satisfying his thirst at the moment with a dram of cheap blended scotch:(

Date: 12 Dec 1996
From: Riddler

Kev wrote:

(Riddler's challenge to define "An Dram Buidheach" snipped) <> This is a wild guess, but it looks to me like the way Robert Burns, or some other unreformed Scotsman, would spell "Drambuie." Ah, Drambuie, now there's a tasty liqueur with a story behind it.

(snipped formidable knowledge of Drambuie)

Riddler
...But pleasures are like pleasures spread, You seize the flower, it's
bloom is shed

Date: 11 Dec 1996
From: Dave Kelley

I've no relation to Robert Burns, but I do have a soft spot in my heart for Drambuie.

A couple of years ago, I was in this southside Chicago restaurant, the kind that still has unspeakably perfect Italian food, the owner's 96 year old Ma cooking in the kitchen, and newspaper front pages blaring gangland executions on the walls. After a meal that included nearly 6 bottles of Barolo between the three of us, the Drambuie girls make an appearance at the bar.

No joke - Drambuie girls. Chicago babes passing out free glasses o' Drambuie. After we polished off a couple of their bottles, they got worried about giving away too much booze at one shot and bailed on us.

To keep the story short, that night later included: Coercing a bartender to dance with me atop a bar; meeting Mr. Chicago, who took us for a tour of the city in his brand-new car and treated us to
huge, cheap cigars and Scotch shots while we drove around with him; winning $150 at pop-a-shot basketball while forced to hold a Guinness while shooting; and meeting the drunkest girl I've ever seen in my life, a lass from Belfast who wrapped her legs 'round my waist when she heard me order a Guinness.

And that was only the half of it.

Dave
Mem'ries....

Date: 14 Dec 1996
From: Darsy

Dave Kelley writes:

drunkest girl I've ever seen in my life, a lass from Belfast who wrapped her legs 'round my waist when she heard me order a Guinness.

Darsy
DD for Bangor, N.Ireland

Date: 14 Dec 1996
From: Dave Kelley

Darsy wrote:

Don't think yer anything special Dave - they all do that ;-)