Taco Friday GUEST STARS pt. 2

Taco Friday for Friday, February 25th



This Friday marks the second in a series of two (2) GUEST STAR Taco Fridays. On the docket is your friend and mine, the most powerful social media game mogul known to man, DJ DarLin' Darwin. Who is this mysterious plutarch? Please see the below condensed corpus vitae.

• B.S., Cornell '05
• Adept practitioner of NLP
  
• Enjoys a long horse

Come have a bad time as this miracle dons a chef's hat and has KITCHEN DUELS with yours truly. Bourbon is strictly enforced. Same time, place, don't ever RSVP until the last second, etc.

WE DOIN' THIS

Taco Friday for Friday, February 4th

The fake votes are in: your opinions don't matter and I am going to do whatever I wanted to do anyway. The winner is...

BOURBON

Yes, the next Taco Effin' Freitag is going to be bourbon, but get this. In food. Bourbon shrimp tacos, with a sidebar of pinto beans featuring white wine for those who can engage in neither bourbon nor shrimp. Any detractors who want to dress up nice can either a) dress up nice anyway or b) wait 'til the next affair. We doin' this (see title), and we doin' this right. In case you have never seen a shrimp before:



YUMMERS. Bring your "S" game. Your life is small, your loves are false, etc.

Now you "no"

Taco Friday for Friday, November 12th

Here is a thing, you're welcome. I know it keeps you comin' back for more.



Let's "get down to brass tacks." I know you like getting yelled at, and you know that I can't stop that from happening. It's a win-win situation. Taco Friday is in "full effect" and is going to make you drink muchos bourbons.

Don't bother coming if you aren't going to drink muchos bourbon unless you have a note from your doctor.

Into the Heart of Tacos

Taco Friday for Friday, July 30th



WELCOME BACK. It's been too long, friend(s). I crave your company like I crave electrocution and punches (ie, completely). You are hereby cordially invited to spend the evening with me, Asmod "The Miracle" Taco, as well as my merry band of Tacitos.

You know what? The above is the third attempt at an opening paragraph so it's just going to stay DESPITE MISGIVINGS. Taco Friday has been out of commission for two weeks and I'm craving a Taco Friday, so much so that you're getting a four day advance notice. I don't want some sort of limp dick shit, alright? I want you, my friends, to drink bourbon at my expense and contradict me and each other at increasingly high volumes. That's... that's what you want, right? I have no idea.

Let's summarize:

1. Tacos
2. Electrocution
3. No limp dick shit

Okay?

Here is that thing, though

- 1/2 tablespoon maple syrup
- 2 dashes bitters
- 2 oz. bourbon
- a splash of sparkling water

Add maple syrup to a glass full of ice. Add the remaining ingredients. Stir with the tiniest wisk, serve.