Lindy, if you come to, I dunno, let's say Mario's at 5:30 today, I will buy you a greasy Mexican. My actual greasy Mexican friend will laugh at you afterward.
Yikes! Cinnamon schnapps, bourbon, mayo, tonic water, and TWO OUNCES of Tabasco? It's like it's been pre-barfed. Someone's chain is being yanked, methinks.
The closest my alcohol will every get to mayonnaise is when I spread it on my beer bread. Actually, even that sounds gross right now. I'm done with mayo.
Why? Why would anyone in their right mind - or even four sheets to the wind - even consider such a sacrilege? Even the worst well pour deserves better than this.
My hat is tipped.