Starry Night

1/2 oz. Goldschlager
1/2 oz. Jagermeister

The beauty in Vincent van Gogh's 1889 masterpiece lay in the tranquility that can be found in it's chaotic strokes and uncertain landscape. There is a juxtaposition of darkness and light, the chaotic and the serene, and it all stands symbolic of the artist's internal strife at the time of its creation.

The beauty of the shot to which the painting lends its name is in its finish. Not the delicate, aromatic linger left dancing upon your tongue as you lower your glass, or the subtle impression it leaves on your palate, but rather when it's actually finished. And you get to be done drinking it. And you can move on and drink something that tastes good.

Because this shot is really bad.

Like, stupid bad. I wouldn't drink it with your mouth.

Sadly, for impressionists and adventurous drink-seekers alike, there remains one universal truth. For every Starry Night, there's dozens more canvases adorned with felted tables surrounded by dogs with poker hands. This shot would most certainly find itself in the latter category, if Dogs Playing Poker tasted like Robitussin.

Until next time...