Red Robin will always hold a special place in my heart. It was the most affordable “fine dining” establishment in the suburb a few miles from my small town high school, which made it the go-to place to celebrate birthdays, volleyball wins, SAT scores, and System of a Down CD releases. I spent many late nights there with friends, eating bottomless steak fries and chicken Caesar wraps while discussing boys who would never love us back. So many of my fondest teenage memories are set in a Red Robin booth. I stopped going there because I grew up, and also because of that one time my mom thought she was biting down on a particularly stringy onion in her Whiskey River BBQ Burger, only to realize it was a large clump of human hair.
BUT Red Robin might have found a way to win me back as a customer with an exciting new menu item: the wine milkshake. Keep reading »
Yesterday was National Drink Wine Day! In celebration, we got drunk, put together this list of our favorite wines under $15 and then passed out before we could post it on time! Typical. Click on for our recommendations…
There are subscription boxes for makeup, snacks, organic dog treats, nail polish, and pretty much every specific interest category under the sun, but there’s finally — finally! — a subscription box with much broader appeal: it’s full of booze. It’s called Flaviar, and here’s how it works:
Flaviar is a curated and membership based service which helps you experience the best spirits from all over the world at a fraction of the regular price, helping to promote a better way of enjoying drinks. Every month Flaviar members receive a hand-picked sample gift pack of five premium flavors (Whisky, Rum, Cognac, Gin, Vodka, Grappa, Tequila, etc) selected by our expert panel and industry professionals.
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Wall Street Journal columnist James Taranto is pretty much that douchey frat boy who you never invite to a party, but somehow ends up there anyway , and you wish he would just go somewhere far, far away so you never had to think about all the obnoxious things he’s said. Remember him? He called the military’s effort to eradicate sexual assault a “war on male sexuality.” He’s tweeted that he hoped the young women whose boyfriends died saving them during the Aurora, Colorado, shooting were “worthy of the sacrifice.” So it should come as no surprise to you that he is blaming rape victims for drinking. Keep reading »
While the rest of us were struggling through The Great Gmail Outage Of 2014, Buzzfeed was doing the lord’s work and matching up every single state with a signature cocktail. Their results are mapped out above, but you can read about your state’s ideal libation in more detail here. What do you think of your state’s choice? I’m feeling a bit ashamed that I lived in Oregon for 27 years and never tried a Flaming Ring of Fire, although now that I’ve relocated to Tennessee, a Lynchburg Lemonade sounds miiiiighty fine. May I propose a toast to drinkable geography lessons? Cheers! [Buzzfeed]
The Millennial generation, which includes the youngest legal drinkers, is consuming more wine than previous generations, and they’re educating themselves about it too! Rather than bring a six-pack to the party, and guzzle beers with their college roommates, they’re enjoying fine wine and sharing their love and knowledge with friends. It’s certainly more refined, but is it as much fun? And how can a 21-year-old possibly learn to appreciate wine in the short time it has been made available to them? Keep reading »
Apparently, we’ve totally misjudged what dudes do when they go to the bar. Watch sports? Sit in virtual silence with each other? Get shitcanned? Come home and vomit in the sink? Nope. Well, maybe sometimes. But in addition to that a new study done in Scotland found that men like to go the bar for more personal reasons. According to researchers men between the ages of 30 and 50 who regularly socialized at bars experienced positive boosts to their mental health. Not only did buying each other pints help middle-aged maintain their friendships, but researchers found that it also gave them a safe space to “open up and talk about their emotions.” Awwww shit. Busted, guys. Keep reading »
Up until two months ago, I was drinking, on average, a bottle of wine a night. I don’t know if that makes me an alcoholic. I wasn’t going out and getting blotto at bars; I was coming home from work, pouring myself glass after glass while I did responsible adults things, like laundry, cooking dinner, watching “Scandal,” scowling at OK Cupid messages, and getting ahead on work tasks. I wasn’t sending inadvisable drunk texts, maybe because I wasn’t even drunk — my tolerance was that high. But I was doing it night after night, all the while thinking, I should probably take it down a notch. Drink less. I’ll start tomorrow. Keep reading »