Once a week hubby and I go out for a date night. This typically consists of getting all googly eyed at each other over good hot wings and cheap cold beer. Hey, what can I say . . . we're not classy but we have fun together.
This week was a little different. Oh, there were plenty of wings and a big pitcher of beer . . . and googly eyeballing . . . to be sure. But I saw a drink special above the bar I simply had to try.
Fireball Cinnamon Whisky Shooter!
Our lovely server . . . brought over a little shaker . . . shake shake shaking it all the way . . . and a shot glass.
She placed the glass in front me and pour a thick, cold, amber liquid into. The enticing aroma of warm cinnamon wafted forth. Drooool!
If you thought I wasted any time tasting it you'd be dead wrong.
Goodness gracious great balls of fire! That stuff is GOOD!
If you're not a whisky drinker fear not . . . this tasted like no other whisky I've ever had. There is no whisky flavor nor is there any whisky burn. All that you taste is a Fireball . . . you remember those round red penny candies from when you were a kid? Yup . . . just like that!
Seriously dangerous stuff. And, oh my oh so yummy.