I turned 21 when I was in Minneapolis. It was a little strange “being able to drink” since I had already been able to drink for years in England. I still think that the age for drinking and driving should be flipped in the US, mainly as I saw kids going nuts in college as it was “so naughty”.
The morning after my birthday celebrations I woke up groggy, laying without clothes on the floor of my bedroom. The last thing I remembered was getting a drink at Kierans.
That drink was a special concoction, recorded by an old friend Brian O’Neilly:
Ingredients
- 1 oz. 151 Proof Rum
- 1/2 oz. Bailey’s Irish Cream
- 1/2 oz. Goldschlager
Instructions
Layer in order (Bailey’s at the bottom of the glass) in a shot glass.
Now, I swear that the Irish bar tender heard I was a brit, and put in some “green leprechaun” nonsense. Whatever it was, I apparently went nuts. I started to babble on singing about Rainbow which confused everyone as Minnesotans only know of Rainbow the grocery store. I also started talking about Braveheart, and god knows what else. I am happy to have lost those memories I am sure.
If anyone offers you this drink, be warned!
