We got off the ship late today as I had an abandon ship drill and Amras had a training session for the same new alarm system that I’ve been locked up in training for all week, so by the time we got to our regular haunt the line up to get in was just way too long to consider (everything on the menu in that particular restaurant is $5, and the food is excellent…it’s earned that line-up). So we ended up wandering around for a long while, enjoying the cold Quebec sunshine (it’s coming on into fall out here after all) and trying to find somewhere to have lunch since we were both starving. Ultimately we ended up at Thai Express, which was new for me because although I have a really fuzzy memory of having thai food before I don’t know when or where. I’m not particularly big on spice, so it was a jolt to my taste buds, but hey I’ll try anything once!
Thing is, Thai Express doesn’t serve drinks or anything, and since Amras leaves the ship tomorrow we at least wanted to be able to have a toast, so we wandered some more looking for somewhere we could sit and have a relatively quiet drink. First pub we went to wanted $10.50 for a cosmo ha! Don’t think so, so we moved on…until eventually I spied the inevitable Irish pub on the corner.
Hey there’s always the Irish place.
What Irish place?
That Irish place, the one right ahead of us.
Oh! Oh I totally forgot about that place! Yeah, I’ve been there a couple of times, that’ll do…
So, another irish bar, another basement irish bar (well, lower level at least), we seem to be making a habit of this. But it was quiet, and quaint, the kind of place I could see myself hanging out at if I actually lived in the area.
So, anything on that rack over there you might want to introduce me to?
And Amras takes a long contemplative look at the stock behind the bar and starts to shake his head, and then suddenly he just totally lights up.
Ooooh have you ever had…
And he comes out with this crazy German name that I can’t even pronounce let alone spell. I raise an eyebrow at him and shake my head, and tell him that I’ve never even heard of it let alone tried it, and he just grins all over his face.
Oh I get to culture you, so cool.
So he orders these two shots, and the bartender puts in front of us what at first glance looks like two shot glasses of totally clear liquid.
You’re missing something, pick it up, look at it in the light…
I pick up the glass and hold it up to eye level, and it …sparkles.
Is that…?
Gold. Real gold.
You’re kidding me right?
Nope.
“We drink wine with diamonds in the glass…?”
Kinda…
I must admit that I eyed the glass a bit more respectfully now, I mean how often does a girl get bought a drink that has gold in it? But a shot is a shot, and it cannot be left sitting there on the bar. I wasn’t precisely sure what to expect, I mean…drinking gold? But it tasted like French toast! Yummy yumminess!
So, you just drank gold baby, how do you feel?
That…I could get used to that…
Totally right?