Get it? It’s sort of a play on words that sounds phonetically like ‘filet mignon’. You like that shit? Well I do, and let me tell you why. Because a buddy and I invented it. And not just the term. The drink. I unfortunately cannot divulge the exact ingredients, but I will tell you it has a little vodka and a lot of flame in it. Yes, you set that bitch on fire in the glass. And yes you quaff it while it’s burning blue. And yes – well, no, uh, I would um, probably recommend you stay away from The Flaming Yawn if you’re wearing a decorative beard.
We discovered this drink while sitting at the Space Bar a couple of nights ago. I poured in the several key ingredients and attacked the martini glass with my trusty Zippo. Poof. The gorgeous flame covered the glass like a – well, like flame covers alcohol. And then I drank it. You’d be surprised how subtle and wonderful the taste is. It’s exotic, yes, but very cool and classy in the flavor department.