so if you've ever had an irish car bomb, you may or may not know that they are usually lit on fire. hence, the car bomb. but with the fire hazard, they won't/don't light them up anymore. some places won't make them because some retards have been chipping the glass when dunking the shot.
if you know me, you know that i looove car bombs. they are my drink of choice when dancing because it's a quick and substantial amount of alcohol i can dance off for a while if not hours. but of all the car bombs and of all the places i've had them, i've never had one lit on fire. until, i went to this gay club in west hollywood on saturday that we've decided to call corndog because it's so corny. it's actually called hotdog. they don't seem to have a web site i can link to.
back to the car bomb. it was me, kiki, and our friend jodargo there. his friend met up with us. we asked the bartender for car bombs and it was odd, he went to talk to another bartender about it. who sort of looked us up and down. straight, i gathered. so they say, yeah, they'll make us car bombs. they started them as usual. filled up half a pint of guinness and started the shots of baileys and whiskey. then, he brought out some barcardi (?) and topped off the shots with it. in addition, he put some barcardi in a separate glass. he told us to move back and by this time, EVERYONE is watching us. he dips his hand into the barcardi and lights it on fire! then he put his hand on the bar where our shots were and part of the bar is on fire! and he dunks our shots into the guinness pints and we down them. i don't know if it was the fire or what but it was the best tasting car bomb i've ever had. that was the only redeeming thing about that stupid club.
