The Smelly Pink Pants
This past week I went back to my old college town for a funeral. It was nice to see old friends, and walk the area I spent a lot of time in. In The Orange circle, in Orange Ca, there is a bar called O’Hares or O’s as people call it. I used to go to this bar during the day in between classes and one day my friend Alex asked why there aren’t drinks called the smelly pink pants, and I said, “There is no reason why there can’t be”. We asked the bartender to make us a Smelly Pink Pants, he gave us a good weird look and whipped up something fast, it was a pink shot. It was delicious and odd. We’d go there on occasion and he’d make them for us, we’d bring people in to show them the smelly pink pants, the locals would be upset and say, “In my day you’d get beat up for drinking something like that”. Its been years since I left that place, and on this trip, I walked into O’s with two friends and the bartender was there, and was excited to make the Smelly Pink Pants again, he even shared it was us and it was on the house. We never knew what was in the Smelly Pink Pants, until now.
–1/2 ounce Midori
–1/2 ounce Malibu Rum
–1 splash Pineapple Juice
–1 squirt Whipped Cream
–1 ounce Grenadine
Pour Midori and rum into shaker with ice and whipped Cream Splash in pineapple juice and Grenadine. Shake and strain into shooter glass.
To the bartender who humored us, thanks, you made my life better.
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the bartender doesn’t have a name after all these years?!?!?
Yeah, that is kind of the worst part, I never knew his name. He looks like a brian though.