At the local pub in Birch Harbor, where we were busy doing some field research, Tom had almost convinced me and Jay to try some Allen’s Coffee Flavored Brandy. Neat. As in, not mixed with anything. Warm and straight up. As I stared at the bottle of dark brown rail liquor, I shuddered at the thought of actually drinking it, but was intrigued to figure out why it’s the top-selling liquor in Maine. Thankfully, we mentioned our intentions to one of the regulars, who laughed slightly as he explained that to drink Allen’s straight would be idiotic. Milk, he said, and rocks; that’s how it’s done. So, naturally we ordered three and found out what all the talk was about. Sugary and heavy and weaker than a true white russian, one can understand why the drink is called “fat ass in a glass.” I couldn’t imagine drinking more than one in a sitting, but was assured it happens all the time.
The next time we went into the Pub, we were greeted with “three fat asses?” Uhhh….
