Never trust a Corpse Reviver.


(Bet that got your attention.)

So it started out simply. Dinner with friends at a trendy, boho chic restaurant in a converted mill.

They’re famous for their infused liquors, so we ladies started out with these:




They were small.

And pink!




And with names like Garden of Eden and Frankly My Dear…

How bad could they be?

Bad enough that after 2 of them, our husbands were telling us to lower the decibel level.

After 3, they were waiving down the waiter and telling him to rush our food order.

The men had chosen curried mussel appetizers, which didn’t appeal to us in the least.




Mussels, blech!

Those slimy little nuggets that get halfway down your throat and say, ” I think I’ll just sit here a while and let her contemplate what she swallowed.”

No way. Not this chicka…

The guys were happily cracking them open and getting covered in green slop in the process.




It was disgusting.

It looked like pea soup, or vomit. (Same thing in my opinion.)

But then my girlfriend and I ordered Corpse Revivers.




They’re traditionally known as the hangover cure, so we figured we’d skip a step and get right to it.  Gin, Cointreau, Lillet Blanc, lemon juice and Absinthe.

I blame the Absinthe.

Have you ever had Absinthe? Whew!

In no time at all? Those mussels looked GOOD.

We were digging in with gusto.




Slop covered shells were flying, we were dragging the bowls away from our husbands. We had to order extra Naan to soak it up.

I believe we may have fought over the last piece.

It wasn’t pretty.

Never trust a Corpse Reviver.

24 thoughts on “Never trust a Corpse Reviver.”

  1. Note to self — Never trust….Ew! That was some scary looking green stuff you were slurping! The drinks looked PDG though! I would definitely have needed something to deal with the one too many drinks, then everything got together and formed a revolt and charged right back up the way it came drink, though! Still…good times! 🤢🤢🤢🤢🤮😱


  2. Except for your unwarranted swipe at pea soup . . . great post!

    The same thing happened to me once with steamed clams. They looked so bad until (after a few adult beverages) they began to look so good. 😀

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  3. I clicked on this post because I thought it was about a distrust for necromancers–and I’ve been saying for a very long time that you can’t trust those who raise the dead. But…yeah. That wasn’t it. However, I have had absinthe, and you can’t trust it either. So, I guess I still got to talk about something I distrust. That’s a win.

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