espit chupitos

after being one of those couples who gets chosen for the love seat in restaurants, laura and i decided our relationship needed a bit of spicing up. we decided to head to a cool shot bar in town that had been suggested by a couple of my friends who studied abroad in barcelona a few years back. (thanks for the amazing recs, ladies!)

not only were we given the advice to go to espit chupitos, we also had a list of a few must orders. recognizing that this bar offering over 100 shots for 2€ a piece in itself was solid advice, we busted out the list and started ordering.

 

the menu.

willy wonka shots.

the boy scout was one of my favorites, and not because i have some sort of strange penchant for young boys. i don't. glad we covered that...

the boy scout.

i'm not sure what was in the actual shot, but the main draw for the "boy scout" was the performance aspect, and of course that it involved marshmallows (yum!). basically, the bartender poured us each a mysterious combination of liquors into a shot glass and handed us each a small marshmallow at the end of a wooden stick. he then lit the bar on fire, which of course meant laura and i stared at him like deer in the headlights. noticing our confusion, the bartender took the wheel and instructed us to roast our marshmallows in the bar fire, dip them in the shot glass, take the shot, and then eat the marshmallow. still no idea what was in the glass, but all i tasted was marshmallow which is a great shot in my book.

the unfortunate thing about starting with the best shots was it meant things went pretty much down hill from there. with the exception of a shot that we ordered by asking for anything that included the pop rocks stored behind the bar, most of the shots paled in comparison to the boy scout in both presentation and taste. we even attempted to go for what we thought would be an obvious winner, ordering two "diarrhea" shots. surely after watching one group if girls forced to take a shot out of a giant plastic penis, this would prove to be an interesting and hilarious shot.

it was neither. cameras posed we waited anxiously, only to have two plain green shots poured and handed over to us. no fire, no plastic butts to take it out of, not even a tint of brown in our "diarrhea" shots. worse than that, they were probably the worst tasting shot we had that night. our only hope was that the name wasn't derived from any side effects from consumption. luckily, it was underwhelming across the board.

when you're sliding into third....