Canadians drink...toes??

I’m only now hearing of a drink called the Sourtoe cocktail, served at a hotel in the Yukon. A mummified human toe is added to a shot of whiskey as a garnish. The hotel had two toes they rotated through drinks, but a British ultra runner has generously donated three of his toes that were amputated after getting severe frostbite in a recent race.* So if you were sad that you and two friends couldn’t raise a toast of toes together, fear not, more toes are on the way.

I’m not sure what to think of Canadians now.

  • The above link does not have any pictures of actual toes. The link below does, and they are disgusting, so I’m spoilering it.

The idea goes back a ways.

The Ballad of the Ice Worm Cocktail by Robert Service.

This is a very specific thing to that weird hotel in Yukon.

We don’t roam the streets with toes in our travel mugs (generally). The recent article had a LOT of very regional items and tried to expand them to the rest of Canada. That is hardly fair.

Some winters, I keep my toes in my pockets.

This seems like exactly the kind of thing some toe-drinking Canadian would say to lure me into a false sense of security.

I know that my dad kissed a cod when he was Screeched in when we moved to Newfoundland.

Having been to a few bars while in the Yukon, I can assure you it’s NOT just one bar.

Also, don’t ring the bell. They’ll try and convince you, don’t do it.

That is truly, almost unfathomably disgusting. Not only the toe itself, but the thought that it’s been marinating in the backwash of every drinker before you. Hard pass.

I like feets.

It’s not just The Yukon. I first heard of this at a bar in Virginia City, Nevada. It appears to be mining and prospecting related.

It’s most likely tourists ain’t it?

NEVER RING THE BELL!! Never.

The Yukon is a weird place. The Northern Lights have seen strange sights. I have spent time in the far north and it is a very peculiar place. Dis-incorporated toes in shots of hooch are be least of any concern.

My theory is that some Canadian heard an American freaking out about the worm in a tequila bottle and said, “We can’t let those Mexicans outdo us in freaking out Americans! Let’s come up with something even worse!” I don’t even want to know what the next step in this escalation is.

I ate a cod when in Newfoundland. Several, actually. They were delicious. Screech, not so much.

I believe it’s a combination of people who drink hard, (through a long, long cold winter.)
And also, occasionally loose a toe to frostbite.

I’m guessing the alcohol figures in both the acquisition of frost bitten toes AND the idea it ought to be a cocktail ingredient!

^lose a toe

Yeah, I know.

What happens when the bell is rung?

They get a new toe. >_>

If you ring the bell, you buy a round for the whole bar.

You make it sound like they don’t rinse it off before they drop it in the glass!