Two or three ice cubes in a highball glass. Over them, add:
Couple of shakes of lemon juice
Half a teaspoon of horseradish
Couple of shakes of Worcestershire sauce
Couple of shakes of Tabasco
Couple of grinds of black pepper
Couple of shakes of celery salt
Add 1 1/2 ounces of vodka.
Add well-shaken tomato juice.
Garnish with nearly anything: celery stalk, lime wedge, pickled bean or asparagus, olives, dill pickles, bacon, Slim Jims, Hot Rods … almost anything goes.
I’m confused. Your second sentence sounds like a nice and relatively inexpensive meal was had; no paying for boring food you don’t want. I’d call that a win. Your first sentence says this is a bad thing? I’m confused.
Ah, I believe the source of your confusion is that on these occasions I am generally out with one or more other folks, who either may not indulge is such Caesarean extravagances or who are younger than I and hence not inclined, immediately after consuming a large Caesar, to require an after-dinner nap.
I have since sought to confine my Caesar consumption to at-home lunches, post-lunch afternoons, and similar events not preceding elaborate restaurant meals. Which should not be interpreted as detracting in the slightest from this venerable ambrosia of alcoholic beverages. As a veritable Food and Drink of the Gods, the force of the Caesar is strong – as strong as the pleasures it proffers – and it must therefore be treated with respect, and allotted its correct place and time.
