Sunday, February 22, 2009

The Agony of an Old, TGI Friday's Mudslide

While packing up the apartment last night, we stumbled across an unopened bottle of TGI Friday's pre-mixed Mudslide pseudo-booze sitting on top of our refrigerator. It was all the way back in the corner, other junk put in front of it, unnoticed for the last three years. It looked... for lack of a better word, scary. Okay, this is how they're supposed to look all fresh and clean from the liquor store just aching to be drunk by girls at a frat party:

Inviting, no? Now, imagine that bottle covered in a thick film of dust, spiderwebs, grit, filth, and the various leavings of the assorted wildlife that occupy any and all NYC dwellings. Also, the liquid inside was kind of swirly, like a puddle of gasoline, and there may or may not have been chunks floating around just beneath the surface.
Reason dictates, at this point, that one should throw the bottle away. It's old, it's been sitting out through at least three brutally hot Brooklyn summers, it's most likely turned to the Dark Side and drinking it would cause nothing short of an epic Old Faithful of diarrhea and it might even go so far as to kill one dead with a strain of botulism heretofore undiscovered by science.
However, I am not a reasonable man.
"It's got booze in it, so... you know... that's like a preservative... besides, it's probably made with so many chemicals and whatever, I bet you could use it for embalming fluid in a pinch. Let's just put in the fridge and then we'll just see what we can see."
Note that I'm willing to drink extremely ancient novelty drinks, but I'm unwilling to do so if they're at room temperature.
So I popped it in the fridge and, after a few hours, when it had reached a nicely chilly state of being, I prepared myself for a delicious Mudslide-y treat and/or a carnival ride into the depths of Hell that ends with my insides on the outside.
I wiped off the collected scum. Somewhere, I heard alarm bells. I stripped off the plastic protective seal. Dead relatives showed up as floating ghosts trying to warn me about something. I unscrewed the lid. The Earth died, screaming. I took a sip...
You know how when you get a soda from a fast food place and there's something wrong with the syrup lines so it's mostly fizzy water and you take one drink and go, "Ew, this tastes like barf" and you complain to the manager and they fix it and you get a new soda and go about your carefree existence like nothing bad ever happened to anybody in the whole wide world? You're using hyperbole to express your displeasure with your drink of choice. It doesn't ACTUALLY taste like vomit. That would be absurd! Nothing tastes like vomit except for vomit.
And, it turns out, bottles of TGI Friday's Mudslide that have been sitting on top of a fridge for a few years. It literally... and I'm using that word correctly, i.e. without exaggeration... tasted like a mouthful of slightly sweet, very cold vomit. Bilious, rank, like decay and rot and stomach acid and sorrow.
I dumped the rest down the drain, my head hung in inevitable shame, my lesson learned. For now. Because what is life without chances taken? How can one experience the highest highs without risking a dip in the murky waters of the lowest lows? Dare I not dream of a world where pre-mixed, franchise-sponsored beverages remain fresh and delicious across the span of time???
It is better to have lived on the edge than to not have lived at all. But seriously, you guys, it really tasted like barf. Not cool.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Mmmm, Mudslide.

Makes me think of Ben & Jerry's Dublin Mudslide ice cream. If you've never had it, go get some. Now.

12:47 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Call me sentimental, but I hate throwing alcohol away. Even if it is old and decrepit. I bet it would have tasted better if you threw some extra alcohol in it. And if not better, than at least you would have been drunk and not able to taste the difference.

3:10 PM  
Blogger Clinton said...

Kyle... I have had the Dublin Mudslide ice cream, matter of fact. It's delicious, but it's one of their flavors that makes you want to take a nap after you eat it. Do they even still make it? Feel like I haven't seen it on the market in a while. Oh, and also I highly recommend their sorta-new Cake Batter flavor. It's retardedly good.

Subway Gal... That's totally how I feel and it's what prompted me to be so bold last night. Sometimes it works out fine, sometimes you're left gagging over the sink.

3:35 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I've had the cake-batter flavor, but it's one of those that I can only eat like 2 spoons fulls and I gotta stop.

As for the Mudslide, yeah, it's still on the market, but my local safeway doesn't always have it. I keep a look out. Gotta be careful as to not have it too often. I don't want to know the calorie/fat count, but it's so worth it.

4:01 PM  
Blogger Big Daddy said...

That reminds me, I have a two [maybe three] year-old bottle of pina colada mix in my fridge.

8:00 PM  
Blogger Ruthw said...

Damn!!! I was really hoping you were going to have good news for me! I also found a questionably old bottle of TGIF Mudslide. No chunks were in it however, it did have a bit of what I guess to me non-dairy creamer stuck in the bottom that I could not shake loose (chunks waiting to happen??)

Being unable learn from others mistakes, I may just have to try it. Will keep you posted if the 6 year old blog is still active!!

12:24 PM  

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