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.
That’s one of the many great things about owning a bar. You can experiment with alcohol and drink mixtures until you find just the right flavor to suit your drinking fancy. Well, this is a drink I think we’ll only be enjoying about once a year. It’s very expensive, dangerous, and probably illegal. We may have them at our annual Hot Dog Roll-Up outings.
Now of course, not all of our ideas are worthy of this kind of praise. Take, for instance, the McDonald’s Pizza. Clearly not on par with the Hot Dog Roll-Up, but not bad if you’re trying to gain a little weight. Take a good close look at that image. Yes, those are cheeseburgers, fries and chicken McNuggets® on a tomato sauce-covered crust. Then it’s all baked like a standard pizza. Truly a culinary masterpiece. If uh, you don’t want to eat it.
But sometimes we strike gold. And I think The Flaming Yawn is one of these instances. Right up there with The Purple Goldfish, Yancy’s Lava Bomb and Pirate Pete’s Vermouth Victory. I do have to admit that out of all these wonderful drinks we’ve invented, I still prefer the original Cold One. A good old-fashioned beer always sets me straight.